"Are you going to surrender, Gray, and open that door?" demanded
Lieutenant Jack.
"Never--to you," came the ugly defiance.
Bang! Again Gray fired, straight in the direction of the voice the
bullet, crashing through a panel of the door, fanned Jack's left ear so
that he felt the breeze.
"Open up on him, Mr. Somers," directed Benson. "Slowly. Fire high, and
fire low. Try to get him somehow."
Two more shots came from the other side of the locked door.
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.
Breathing was somewhat difficult, with so many shots being fired in
the confined space.
Then both young officers stopped, passing back one revolver apiece to
be reloaded.
Bang! came a defiant shot from inside the stateroom. The bullet
struck the cabin floor just behind Jack, having passed between his feet.
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