George Bellows Stag at Sharkey's

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mere pedestrians. 'Volf the Lucky . . . ?'
'Er. I don't know ‑ I MEAN, I DON'T KNOW WHICH ONE HE IS,' said Susan helplessly.
The helmeted woman leaned forward. There was something rather familiar about her.
'Are you new?' give it some wellie!' shouted the horned woman.
Susan swung the scythe. The line snapped.
'What happened?' said Volf. He looked down. 'That's me down there, isn't it?' he said. He turned slowly. 'And down there. And over there. And . . .'
He looked at the horned female warrior and brightened up.
'By Io!' he said. 'It's true? Valkyries will carry me off to the hall of Blind lo where there is perpetual feasting and drinking?''Yes. I mean, YES.''Well, don't stand there like a big girl's blouse. Jolly well go and fetch him, there's a good sport.'Susan looked around wildly, and saw him at last. He wasn't very far away. A youngish man, outlined in flickering pale blue, was visible among the fallen.Susan hurried over, scythe at the ready. There was a blue line connecting the warrior to his former body.SQUEAK! shouted the Death of Rats, jumping up and down and making suggestive motions.'Left hand thumb up, right hand bent at the wrist,