Harold Edward Bindloss,
The Gold Trail — Chapter XXVI
(1910)
“ Suddenly there was a fresh rustling among the undergrowth, and Saunders thrust the rifle into his companion's hands."Crawling in at the back of us! Let them see you on the opposite side!" he said.Devine wriggled through the fern, and, though he knew that this was rash, stood up where the moonlight fell upon him, with the long barrel glinting in front of him. He fancied, though he could not be certain, that he saw a shadowy figure flit back among the trees, and in any case the rustling died away again. ”
