Francis Lynde, Scientific Sprague — V. The Cloud-Bursters (1912)
“ At the trigger-pulling, those who were watching saw a little cloud of dust and gravel spring up directly in front of the crawling man; saw this, and heard above the roaring of the torrent his yell of pain as he doubled up and clapped his hands to his face. "Good shot, Billy!" gritted the white-haired colonel. "You've blinded him! Now if we could only choke those crazy range-riders off. . . . Tarbell, can't you—where's Tarbell gone?" ”
