By: Erich Maria Remarque
Slowly I take a deep breath and become calmer. Then I hold my breath, whip up the revolver, it cracks, the dog leaps howling to one side, I make for the door of the shed and foll head over heals over one of the scuttering geese.
At full speed I seize it again, and with a swing toss it over the wall and clamber up. No sooner an I on top than the dog is up again as lively as ever and springs at me. Quickly I let myself drop. Ten paces away stands Kat with the goose under his arms. As soon as he sees me we run.
At last we can take a breather.