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| In a Twinkling I was by his Side and there saw that which Caused the
Cold Chill of Fear to Run Down my Back | [Frontispiece] |
| The Brute Fell, as though Struck by Lightning and a Cry of Triumph Rang
from my Lips | [62] |
| Within Five Seconds I had Fired, Using the Curl of Vapor for a Target | [103] |
| We Advanced from one Place of Shelter to Another, Firing Rapidly | [142] |
| Straight up to the Big Gate we Advanced believing that in the Next
Second we should Hear the Alarm Gun | [204] |
| From out of our Barricade Whistled three Bullets and every one Found
its Mark | [258] |