William MacLeod Raine,
The Pirate of Panama: A Tale of the Fight for Buried Treasure
“ They met Blythe. A stoker swung a cutlas and rushed for him. Full in the forehead a bullet from the captain's revolver crashed into his brain. Like a football tackler the body plunged forward to Sam's feet.For a moment nobody moved or spoke. Then,"My God!" groaned Henry Fleming.I cannot account for it. These men had been brave enough in the thick of the fight while facing numbers not so very inferior to their own. But now, standing there three to one, it seemed as if some wave of horror sickened them at sight of the lifeless body plunging along the deck. ”
