With Links of Steel by Nicholas Carter
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page 54 of 256 (21%)
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Then, just as his head rose into the glow of light from within, clearly revealing his location, Nick heard a sound the deadly nature of which he instantly recognized. Ping! It was the short, sharp, peculiar song of a flying bullet--once heard, always remembered. Then came the dull thud when the leaden ball beat itself shapeless against the stone wall beside him. The bullet had passed within an inch of Nick's ribs, and he knew at once that he was now a mark for hidden foes. Yet there had been no revolver report to suggest their location, and Nick instantly surmised that the ball must have been discharged with an air gun. He knew that it must have come from some quarter behind him, however. And he knew, too, how to bring his murderous assailants from their secret cover. As quick as a flash, the instant the ball smote the wall beside him, Nick let go his hold upon the stone coping and dropped into the darkness below the window, falling prostrate upon his back. As he lay there his hand touched something hot, and he drew it nearer to examine it. |
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