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Rile tossed a boot heel on to the floor and as it rolled toward the two men he shot Canfield through the chest. Lang's gun crashed almost with his own. Rile's knees sagged under him and he pitched face down on the floor, his arms sprawled out before him. The surge of the crowd, pressing back out of line, threw the albino on the edge of it, his big form towering alone.
One fancied how it would surge through the dim aisles of cathedral-like forests, ruffling the plumage of drowsy birds, stirring the surface of some dark pool, where the trout still slept, and making sibilant music among the drooping reeds.
But its sea is strange and dark and restless. Gigantic tides surge in its depths, drawn by the planetary colossus about which it swings. Its animal life ." "Cut," said Cochrane dryly. "What do you really think? Could it be another inhabitable world for people to move to?" Jamison looked annoyed at having been cut off. "Probably," he said more prosaically. "The tides would be monstrous, though."
The shouting and the tumult ceases, the din of whistles, bells, and throats dies out, and once again the long, slow surge of the ocean hits the good ship that we have embarked in. It was at one-thirty P. M. to-day that I saw the last hawse-line cast adrift, and felt the throb of the engines of our own ship. Chief Wardwell is on the job, and from now on it is due north.
She looked down at her restless fingers interlacing, too confused to be actually afraid of herself or him. What was there to fear? What occult uneasiness was haunting them? Where might lie any peril, now? How could the battle begin again when all was quiet along the firing line quiet with the quiet of death? Do dead memories surge up into furies? Can dead hopes burn again?
Drake beside me, I hung now before the Shining Disk the Metal Emperor! He it was who had plucked us from the Keeper and even as I swung I saw the Keeper's multitudinous, serpentine arms surge out toward us angrily and then sullenly, slowly, draw back into their nests.
We go diagonally up wind, and the flames and smoke thus surge and roar and curl and roll, in dense blinding volumes, to the rear and leeward of our line. The roaring of the flames sounds like the maddened surf of an angry sea, dashing in thunder against an iron-bound coast. The leaping flames mount up in fiery columns, illuminating the fleecy clouds of smoke with an unearthly glare.
A surge of red sprang up into his cheeks, under their tan. "Don't stop calling me that, Dave," begged Mr. Carson in a low voice. I have been a father to you at least I've tried to be." "And you've succeeded," Dave said, affectionately. "And I want to keep on in the same way," said the man, softly. "So don't stop calling me dad, Dave. I I couldn't bear that, even though I have no right to it.
After paying out chain, we swung clear, but our anchors were no doubt afoul of hers. We manned the windlass, and hove, and hove away, but to no purpose. Sometimes we got a little upon the cable, but a good surge would take it all back again. We now began to drift down toward the Ayacucho, when her boat put off and brought her commander, Captain Wilson, on board.
The moment he let go of her he had to grip a loop of top-hamper and hold on with all his might to save himself from being pitched into the water by a fresh jerk of the mast and a fresh inundation of flying surge. When he could look at her again she was far out on the hawser, rising and falling in quick, violent, perilous swings, caught at by the toppling breakers and howled at by the undertow.
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