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Updated: June 3, 2025
The blow had been in time to deflect the muzzle of the firearm, and the bullet whistled harmlessly past the lieutenant. "Your majesty!" exclaimed Butzow excitedly. "Go back. He might have killed you." Barney leaped to the other's side and grasping him by the shoulders wheeled him about so that he faced the gate.
"Come out, or I'll fire!" he cried. His sharp command shattered the heavy silence like the crack of a firearm. The next moment the figure of a man broke from the twisted branches and walked down the slope towards them. It was Ronald. "Put up your hands, Ronald," commanded Queensmead sternly, poising the revolver at the advancing man. "Put them up, or I'll fire." "Fire if you like."
Polunin's study was large, candles burnt on the desk, books were scattered about here and there; an antique firearm dimly shone above a wide, leather-covered sofa. The silent, moonlit night peered in through the blindless windows, through one of which was passed a wire.
On his back he carried Henry's rifle as well as his own, having picked it up when leaving the top of the hill, but the owner of the firearm was nowhere visible. "I'll have to make a light, no two ways on thet," he mused, and moved close up under the rocks to get some dry kindlings.
Besides, this god had no club, no whip, no firearm. And furthermore, he himself was free. No chain nor stick bound him. He could escape into safety while the god was scrambling to his feet. In the meantime he would wait and see. The god remained quiet, made no movement; and White Fang's snarl slowly dwindled to a growl that ebbed down in his throat and ceased.
As I threw my rifle to my shoulder, I thanked God, the ancient God of my ancestors, that I had replaced the hard-jacketed bullets in my weapon with soft-nosed projectiles, for though this was my first experience with Felis leo, I knew the moment that I faced that charge that even my wonderfully perfected firearm would be as futile as a peashooter unless I chanced to place my first bullet in a vital spot.
Is is that the new kind of rifle?" she inquired, with the timidity of a child introduced to the new watchdog. "Yes, madame!" and his eyes blazing with pride, he proceeded, as he crossed the room and returned with the firearm, "it is altogether a new invention. Master is an innovator, indeed!"
Sir William Monson adds that the gunner was to acquaint himself with the capacities of every known sort of firearm, likely to be used at sea. He also gives some professional hints for the guidance of gunners. In Boteler's time the gunner commanded a gang, or crew, who ate and slept in the gun-room, which seems in those days to have been the magazine.
"Then I'll aim at the elk near the rock," said Dave. "I think I've got the best rifle anyway," he added. All crawled forward, followed by Todd, and thus covered half the distance toward the game. The nearest elk was now less than a hundred yards away. "They see us!" cried Phil, and hastily raised his firearm, and the others did the same.
They can have firearms to sell revolvers and repeating rifles. Any Calera'll buy any firearm that's better than the one he's carrying; they'll always buy revolvers and repeaters. We can get what we want from Commercial Four-Oh-Seven; we can get riding and pack horses here." Vall nodded. "And the post overlooking or in radio range of Careba on this time line, and another on PolTerm.
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