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Portrait of Max Pemberton Max Pemberton The Sea Wolves — XVII. THE FIGHT IN THE CABIN (1901)

Others, perchance, would have let the man go, leaving him at the worst a prisoner upon the rock. But the lust of the gold and the terror of pursuit were upon the men; and, having whispered together, they suddenly stepped over the cases, and as the cowering sailor rose up to receive them Burke struck at his head with his revolver, and Messenger gripped his arm with all the strength left to him.
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Portrait of Max Pemberton Max Pemberton The Sea Wolves — XVII. THE FIGHT IN THE CABIN (1901)

So strong was his agony that he rolled at last right round under the Spaniard's clutch; and, thus turning his body, the sheath of his knife struck Messenger's leg. Burke himself could not speak; but his partner felt the touch of the haft, and, holding to the doomed man's arm with one of his hands only, he drew Burke's blade from the sheath quickly, and with savage strength drove it into the soft body again and again. Yet still the man was not done with, for as the others rose up he of a sudden, in the horrid contraction of his muscles, slashed fiercely with the hand that held his knife
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Portrait of Max Pemberton Max Pemberton The Sea Wolves — XVII. THE FIGHT IN THE CABIN (1901)

But Messenger had already made up his mind, and, pulling out his revolver, he said—
"Burke, if a man among them goes ashore living, the game's up. Have you got any cartridges in your belt?"
"I've half-a-dozen, and five in the shooting-iron," replied Burke. "What's the youngster got?"
"He'll stand by the boat," said Messenger quickly, "and come aboard only when I call him. Are you quite ready?"
"Ay, ay!" cried Burke; and upon that they shot the boat with rapid strokes to the inner pool of the reef, and sprang nimbly to the poop.
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