Quotation from: Elsinore

Written by: Jack London


And after he struck the deck he never moved. I do believe he died in
the air.


As I held up my gun and gazed at the abruptly-deserted main-deck I
was aware of Wada's touch on my arm. I looked. In his hand were a
dozen little .22 long, soft-nosed, smokeless cartridges. He wanted
me to reload. I threw on the safety, opened the magazine, and tilted
the rifle so that he could let the fresh cartridges of themselves
slide into place.

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