Percy F. Westerman, The Dreadnought of the Air
“ There was a dull thud upon the cabin floor. Still suspecting that this was a ruse on the part of the trapped man they waited another minute, then the door was burst open. The rush of sulphurous air almost capsized them. Dacres, tying a handkerchief over his mouth and nose, crawled in. His hands encountered the Mexican's resistless form. With a heave he dragged him into the alley-way. Other hands relieved him of his burden and carried Durango on deck. "Dead?" asked Gerald Whittinghame. "Snakes don't die easy," grunted Captain Gotham. "Take him away, boss, and welcome to him." ”
