their eyes met , and neither seemed willing to look away . he could see the bullet entry wound in the back of his head but could only see part of his face which had obviously been destroyed by the bullets exit . `` what the hell do you make of this ? '' `` upon that land of dirt and soil , '' wit shouted , `` our hero fell and did not stir ! hearing a car coming up behind , he pulled over as far as the tall hedges would allow , waving the car past . 