she did n't know for sure , but it would n't be good . shoving up his shirt , she slapped it over the wound . chris was sitting by himself at the table . they wore no coats , no hats , no gloves . it seemed they were both desperate enough to place their trust in a stranger . there was something they knew , that he clearly did not . they cleaned their guns , except for one guy who repeatedly pulled out his knife and put an edge on it . 