Randall Parrish,
Wolves of the Sea — XXI. In Full Possession
(1918)
“ There was no movement, only a glare of hostile eyes, an indistinguishable growl of voices."Kneel down, lads and cover those fellows," I ordered sternly drawing my own pistol. "Now you below there, this is my last word. I'll count ten, and you'll either pass up those weapons or we'll pour our fire into you. If your miserable lives are worth anything to you, the quicker you move the better. ”
