Quotation from: Elsinore

Written by: Jack London

"Any more of you guys want to promenade aft?" he queried in velvet
tones.

"Two minutes up," Mr. Pike declared.

"An' what are you goin' to do about it, Grandpa?" Bert Rhine sneered.

In a flash the big automatic was out of the mate's pocket and he was
shooting as fast as he could pull trigger, while all hands fled to
shelter. But, as he had long since told me, he was no shot and could
effectively use the weapon only at close range--muzzle to stomach
preferably.