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Francis Lynde Somewhere in the Caribbean — Chapter 11 (1923)

As the laden whaleboat swung slowly in its circling course the crack and smoke puff came at regular intervals from her bow and our exposed after-deck lounge speedily became uninhabitable. To put them beyond any possible danger from the flying bullets I sent Alison and Hedda down to the engine room, which was below the water line, and the five of us who remained took refuge in the cabin, Brill groveling on the floor in a ridiculous and contemptible agony of terror as the bullets came tearing through the upper body of the cabin.
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Francis Lynde Somewhere in the Caribbean — Chapter 11 (1923)

Time and again as I came up from anxiously watching the steam gauges I cautioned Dorgan, keeping a lookout from a safe shelter on the hurricane deck, not to let any movement on shore escape him.
Beginning with the shot that had told us he was armed Jeffreys had fired a few rounds in rapid succession and after that he kept up a desultory fire, perhaps one shot every five or ten minutes; just often enough to let us know that any one of us showing himself would get his quietus. But as yet there had been no move made to bring the whaleboat around from wherever they had it hidden.
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Francis Lynde Somewhere in the Caribbean — Chapter 11 (1923)

If Jeffreys could whip all the men members of his party, guests and sailors, into line and crowd them into the whaleboat they would outnumber us two to one; or rather vastly more; since Dorgan had only one arm and there was no reason to suppose that Brill could be made to fight, even with Dorgan's pistol or mine to put the fear of death into him.
Menaced by the double danger of an attack from the island and the still more terrifying threat of the coming storm which would surely complete the wreck of the stranded yacht, swift escape seemed to be the only hope for us
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