Shades of August 14, the awfulness of that slowly dropping bomb which skimmed the newspaper's root to bring tragedy elsewhere, was a pleasant memory to this strafing. It would end if a shell hit the parapet beside which the men were cringing. In a secondary lull, the veteran fled for a'doorway, flattened out in a heap of flowerpots, but reached safety. His more nimble-footed confrere was on his heels. It seemed out of the frying-pan and into the fire as a i: emendous crash shook the building and a rush of fumeslader. air burst up the staircase.
Three spectras covered in powdered plaster and dripping blood from glass cuts stumbled on to the eighth floor landing. They stepped over the body of another Chinese unawakened by the explosion which had wrecked a room twenty feet away.
The strafing ended and a moment later a telephone message announced—the evacuation from the Chinese stronghold. "Timely" was the word on both reporter's particularly palled lips.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.