J. Allan Dunn

“ The uncanny presentiment came to him that the Oriental's eyes possessed the faculty of seeing in the dark. The next second he was sure of it. The steely hands caught him again, one at the right wrist, the other high up, pressing a nerve that left the arm numb and helpless. A swiftly thrown-up knee was applied to his elbow, an instant more and his arm would have been broken, but Chalmers kicked out viciously in a wide circle and swept Tuan Yuck's legs from under him. ”

“ But, acquiring wisdom, however tardily, he said nothing.
“That soup has made me drowsy instead of waking me up,” he said. “I've got to keep awake, you know. And we've got to haul up that raft.”
He yawned prodigiously.
“I'll pull up the raft,” she said. “You've got to rest your arm. It will be easy on the rising tide.” ”

“ Tuan Yuck pitched forward, his head striking the floor beyond Chalmers's shoulder, the knife driven into the floor of the cabin, where it snapped off short. The ray of the lamp went out with the blow and Leila's efforts failed to relight it.
Chalmers, roused from his swooning condition by the torch ray and his recognition of Leila, struggled to free himself from the incubus of Tuan Yuck's weight. Leila, kneeling on the floor, assisted him to rise.
“Quick!” she said. “Tuan Yuck has signaled ashore. They are coming in the boat!” ”

“ The flood was strengthening and the raft was soon beyond the headland and in the home waters of Safety Haven. They found bottom off their starting point and stood upright. An indistinct murmur from the schooner barely reached them.
“How do you feel?” asked Leila. “Can you walk up to the caves?”
“I'm not even wobbly any more,” he answered, not with absolute truth. “I've stopped bleeding. But I'd better stay down here to repel boarders in case they try to start something. You might fetch down a rifle. We'll want to stop them at long range.” ”