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My motorcycle is named Uncle Sam. Did you win yet?" For answer they laughed and slapped him on the shoulder and repeated, "You're all right, kid!" "Looks as if Snipy must have had his eye on you, huh?" one of them observed. "Who's Snipy?" Tom asked. "Oh, that's mostly what he gets called," said someone, mimicking Tom's own phrase. "His rifle's named Tommy.
John Carmody, who had remained with the defending party, snatched up one of the rifles. Standing, he rushed in a magazine full of bullets, then bent to help himself to more from the belt of the rifle's former carrier. Fitting his revolver with a fresh load of cartridges, Dave held his fire for any emergency that might arise. A marine dashed up, nearly out of breath.
The bullet struck the barrel of my rifle. It numbed my arm for the moment. I'm quite all right, but my rifle's done for, so far as firing goes. Rotten luck, losing Kemp. 'Never mind Kemp, said Roy, serious for once. 'These Turkish Johnnies are between us and home. And they're after us. It'll take us all our time to get clear. Which way are we to go?
Then instead of the singing of the brook, the carol of the nightingale, and the humming of the sweet-mouthed bees, were heard the rifle's sharp crack and the rattling of the musketry; the brook ran red with the blood of the slain; and the Russians, like the Roman legions cut off in the woods of the Germans, were left with none to bury them.
Few red men are good shots, for the sword is their chosen weapon; so now as the Dusarian drew bead upon the rising flier, and touched the button upon his rifle's stock, it was more to chance than proficiency that he owed the partial success of his aim.
After you've landed us, go up to this altitude use the barometric altimeter, not the radar and hold position." Loudons leaned forward from the desk to the contraption Altamont had rigged up in the nose of the helicopter; one of the telescope-sighted hunting rifles clamped in a vise, with a compass and a spirit-level under it. "Rifle's pointing downward at the correct angle now?" he asked. "Good.
"Here is where the warrior fell before Black Rifle's bullet," said Tayoga. "He and the Great Bear must have fired almost at the same time. Undoubtedly the warriors retreated at once, carrying their dead with them. Let us see if they did not unite, and leave the thicket at the farthest point from our two friends."
I'm 'bout tired of not being left peaceable and alone, and my rifle's like me it means to bite." As he crouched there muttering and thinking of the narrow escapes they had had, Bart carefully focussed the glass, no easy task in the deep gloom that surrounded them; and after several tries he saw something which made him utter an ejaculation full of wonder. "What is it, my lad?" whispered Joses.
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