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Title: The right of the strongest
Year: 1913 (1910s)
Authors: Greene, Frances Nimmo, 1850-1921
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Publisher: New York : Grosset & Dunlap
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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through an aperturein the door attacked, silenced for a moment the bat-teries in front; and he sprang to the door at the rearand sent a singing message through, only to re-turn as quickly to the front where the firing hadrecommenced. He calculated by the crack of their rifles that thestormers were some distance from the house, and heknew that he must keep them at a distance—thatthe moment the muzzles of their guns could beplaced against the crevices of the doors it would beall up with him. If only the room were in blackdarkness! The girl, detained in her place of safety by sheerforce, was now almost frantic. Babe, Babe, she begged, help him—for Godssake, help him—for my sake, Babe! Theres a gunover there in the corner—get it and shoot! I swearIll stay here if you only will—Horrors, how theyare firing!—Babe 3 But the erstwhile gentle, docile creature of herleading turned on her with savage vehemence: No, he blazed, no! Then let me go! cried the girl; let me fightbeside him!
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MARSHALL CALCULATED BY THE CRACK OF THEIR RIFLESTHAT THE STORMERS WERE SOME DISTANCE AWAY. Page 376. THE RIGHT OF THE STRONGEST 377 This time the mans powerful arm pinioned heragainst the wall. Fight your own kind for him?—for him thatsrobbed em?—By God, you wont! Youll standright here and see him take his medicine!—Ive donegive him his chance. Mary Elizabeth cast a despairing look at the manwho was waging single-handed his losing fight withdeath. He had stopped to reload now; the sweatwas streaming down his face. The grim lines abouthis mouth, the quick, sharp movements as he re-turned fire or threw in the shells, spoke not lesseloquently than did the sinister patter of lead againstthe front wall and splintering door, how desperatewere the straits of the cabins sole defender. Hugging the wall as best he might, but still dan-gerously exposed, Marshall once more half-emptiedhis magazine of bullets, firing into the outer black-ness in directions fancied to correspond with thelates

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