Henry C. Rowland,
Sea Scamps — The Treasure Box
(1903)
“ There was another scream, and I heard Boles roar out: "Drop that gun!—drop it, woman!" There was another report, and I felt the cold sweat break out all over me. "Stop firing!" yelled Durand's voice. "Stop it, you damn greaser!" "O Lord!" I groaned to myself. "That's rotten murder! Oh, if I was only loose!" I put out every ounce of strength that was in me, but the coir rope was too strong. The squat little cuss looked down into the cabin. "Lie still!" he bawled; "no one's hurt. That cat tried to shoot Durand, and the greaser took a shot at her, but Durand knocked his rifle up. ”
