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Then pop-pop-pop! began the fusilade from outside, Jack and Eph firing with either hand as they sighted their weapons for new spots. R-r-rip! crash! A long enough bombardment of this sort was certain to reduce the panels to splinters and leave the way clear if they didn't riddle Gray with bullets in the meantime. Pop-pop-pop! The air was becoming heavy with the white fog of smoke.
R-r-rip! and the high light on that tan jacket!" he proceeded in a smothered shout, as he nudged Elizabeth Gibbons in the side. Elizabeth had never been nudged before, and moved farther down the settle, after giving him a look. Little O'Grady, who never knew when he was squelched he never, as a fact, had been squelched by anybody whomsoever moved along after her. "Oh, my! Can't he paint!
"There's the bridge!" yelled Simmons almost excitedly. "Slow down -stop!" Valden tried to obey, but the bridge was altogether too close for stopping in time. Out over the planks ran the car. R-r-rip! Crash! Some of the boards were already missing from the rude bridge. Others gave way almost like paper.
After a few frenzied moments of struggle there was another "r-r-rip" behind him close to his wrists. Now, young Benson fought with rage and frenzied strength. His gaze was ever toward the candle, burning lower. It seemed as if it must communicate its flame to the paper at any instant. There came another ripping sound.
And at the sound of that r-r-rip, and at the abhorrent touch of those coarse fingers, this man about town, this finished product of the nineteenth century, dropped his life-traditions and became a savage facing a savage. His face flushed, his lips curled back, he chattered his teeth like an ape, and his eyes those indolent eyes which had always twinkled so placidly were gorged and frantic.
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