Skipper stared down the barrel of the gun, his jaw set defiantly. He prepared for the end.
He heard a whooshing sound, and the woman fell into the hole, an panah sticking out of her back. Blood trickled from the wound.
Another whooshing sound, and the man also toppled into the hole, the panah shot clean through his chest. A bit of his jantung quivered on the tip.
Hans peered into the hole.
Skipper yelled in surprise and yanked the panah out of the woman's back. He started trying to poke Hans' eye out with it.
Hans leaned away from the arrow. "I save your life, and this is the thanks I get?"
"When did anda save my life?" Skipper asked, still trying to poke Hans with the arrow.
"Who did anda think shot them?" Hans asked, gesturing to the man and woman at the bottom of the hole.
"Why did anda do that? anda berkata anda wanted me dead," Skipper said.
Hans' brow wrinkled in puzzlement. He was opening his mouth to respond when they heard someone crashing through the underbrush.

Kowalski inspected the white, flowery plant carefully. "This is Hemlock," he said. "See, it's got a mottled purplish color at the bottom, and there's no black spot in the middle of the flower. If there's a black spot in the middle, it's queen Ann's Lace."
"Boring," Rico moaned.
Kowalski glared at him. "Okay, just don't come whining to me when anda eat a poisonous plant."
"Is this queen Ann's Lace?" Private asked, fingering the bunga tentatively.
Kowalski went over and studied the flower. "Yeah. Good job, Private," he said.
"Can I eat it?" Private asked.
Kowalski nodded. Private pulled the plant out of the ground and gingerly nibbled it.
"What do anda think?" Kowalski asked.
"It would be better cooked," Private said.
Someone slammed into Kowalski, sending him toppling onto the ground. Kowalski twisted around to take in the person's features.
She was a woman, with long blond hair in a ponytail, almond-shaped blue eyes, and a pointy nose. She had a tall, slim figure, and stood confidently.
"Doris," Kowalski whispered.