J. Allan Dunn

Summary

J. Allan Dunn,  No Man's Island — Chapter XII (1920)

“ The blocks on the terrace were displaced as if by an earthquake, the cliff below was rent and fissured; every god had fallen from its pedestal, though only the one had toppled over the cliff. A great wave formed, rolling in and then retreating in a surge that bore the whole and broken canoes away with their riding, clinging freight, in confusion.
Manning, in falling, or perhaps before he fell, had rolled the dozen sticks of dynamite along the terrace ahead of him.
”
Source: Wikisource

J. Allan Dunn,  No Man's Island — Chapter XII (1920)

“ He gave Edwards a hypodermic and presently the lax figure stirred wearily and the eyes opened. Manning gave the steward a sip of gin. Luster came into the dull eyes.
“You’ve done your worst, Edwards,” said Hooper, “and you’ve lost out. You’re going yourself. I don’t want to torture you. I can’t save you. Do you want to carry this thing on with you—to wherever you are going—or do you want to try and square things a bit?”
The dying man lay motionless except for the slight movement of his eyes.
”
Source: Wikisource

J. Allan Dunn,  No Man's Island — Chapter XII (1920)

“ Fong sliced him up pretty badly and now he’s trying to keep him alive till you talk with him.”
“I’ll go see him,” said Hooper. “Coming, Manning? Andersen, let those chaps in the boats stew for a while. If they start to show fight, settle it. They won’t run away, I fancy. And the natives won’t bother us any more. Soon as Ling gets the engine fixed, let me know. Want to come along, Thompson?”
They found Edwards in his bunk. It was plain to see that he was dying. His eyes were closed and his-face waxen. Fong sat beside him, sphinx-like. Hooper felt the faint pulse.
”
Source: Wikisource

Get perspective with Kwize: daily news enlightened by great literature