"What's wrong, here?"
"Slatter tried to knife me," said Brander.
"Have you got him?"
"I don't know. He's still. Strike a light, if you please...."
Dan'l was already half way down the ladder; but even before his sulphur
match scratched, Brander's nostrils told him what had happened. They
brought him a smell.... Unmistakable.... Appalling.... The smell of
blood....
He was on his knees beside Slatter's body when Dan'l bent over him with
the flickering match. They saw Slatter doubled forward over his own
legs, and Brander explained swiftly: "I had a full-Nelson.... I was
forcing him over that way when he yelled...."
He lifted Slatter's body; and they saw the hilt of a knife that was
stuck downward, deep into his right thigh. Dan'l cried:
"You've killed him."