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. ”
