Eugene Manlove Rhodes

Eugene Manlove Rhodes

Summary

Portrait of Eugene Manlove Rhodes Eugene Manlove Rhodes Good Men and True; and, Hit the Line Hard… (1920)

Turning, whirling, straining, Jeff was dizzily conscious that the men beneath the light were down, both still shooting; the cab had stopped, men were running toward him shouting. The giant's dreadful strength was undirected, heaving and thrusting purposeless; time for order and response would be time for crashing death to find him; his one frantic thought was to shoot first, to shoot fast. Shaken, tossed and thrown, Jeff kept his feet, kept his head, kept close in; as the great man's gun rose and fell he parried with his own.
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Portrait of Eugene Manlove Rhodes Eugene Manlove Rhodes Good Men and True; and, Hit the Line Hard… (1920)

Chapter II
"Life is just one damn thing after another."
—A Nameless Philosopher. AUGHINBAUGH closed the door behind him and paused, vastly diverted. His entrance had passed unnoted, muffled by the jerky click-click of the typewriter on which Jeff Bransford toiled with painful absorption. On Jeff's forehead little beads of sweat stood out, glistening in the lamp-light. He scanned the last line, scowled ferociously, and snapped the platen back. His uncertain fingers twitched solicitously above the keys. Aughinbaugh chuckled offensively.
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