Nicholas Carter

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Nicholas Carter,  New Nick Carter weekly, No. 11… (1897)

“ He was trumpeting madly and swinging his trunk from side to side.
Trim’s foot caught in a vine as he neared the water’s edge and he fell full length. The elephant saw him and he came tearing down the slope after him.
“Lord save us!” cried Dobbin. “He’ll stamp the poor lad’s life out!”
Trim was on his feet in an instant, and facing the giant beast.
He drew his revolver, although he knew how poor a weapon it was in fighting such an animal.
A pistol bullet could not do more than pierce the tough skin of the creature. Nevertheless, he shot and his hand was never steadier or his nerves cooler.
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Source: Gutenberg

Nicholas Carter,  New Nick Carter weekly, No. 11… (1897)

“ So the interpreter spoke, and after the black had answered he said:
“They say that they are warriors belonging to the tribe of Massais.”
“Is that all they say?”
“That is all.”
Trim reflected quickly.
“The very fact that they announce themselves as warriors is a threat. I shall have to meet them on their own ground.”
He arose and spoke to the blacks as if they could understand him. His voice was loud and stern.
“Go back to your tribe!” he said. “I will not waste words with warriors. If your tribe has anything to say to me it will send its elders.”
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Source: Gutenberg

Nicholas Carter,  New Nick Carter weekly, No. 11… (1897)

“ He was especially anxious that none of his own men should be injured as a result of the undertaking.
He thought, therefore, that it would be not only better to avoid a battle at the landing, but that it would be a good plan to go on shore and force a way through the wilderness in the hope of coming on the Narugas who might be in waiting at the landing.
“The chances are,” so his thoughts ran, “that Mulvey and his white companions will be there, and if they prepare an ambush for us it will be the best chance in the world to bag the whole lot of them by surprising the ambush.”
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Source: Gutenberg

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