Charles Beadle, The Blond Spiders — Chapter 8 (1924)
“ Then just as the foremost of the charging soldiers butted foolishly together in the doorway and were shot and clubbed, there rose above a hoo-hooing which resembled a rising gale at sea an indubitable American voice, yelling: “Attaboy! Get ’em, you black ——s!” Guns crashed amid red flames in the doorway against agitated black figures silhouetted by the moon-greened western sky. Forms plunged forward into the room beneath Tony’s rifle butt. Sweat blinded his eyes. He struck empty air; heard Sawyer’s revolver crash behind him and Plessons swear. ”
