blim-blam-blim

Updated: May 5, 2025

"Why, say," he urged, "once I jumped into that fo'c's'le, at close range, I'd start right in, blim-blam-blim, fast as you could wink, nailing them gangsters, an' Bombini, an' the Sheeny, an' Deacon, an' the Cockney, an' Mulligan Jacobs, an' . . . an' . . . Waltham." "That would be mine," I smiled. "You've only eight shots in your Colt." Mr. Pike considered a moment, and revised his list.

Jack London - The Mutiny of the Elsinore