The Second-Class Passenger
The Sense of Climax
The Trader of Last Notch
Between the Lights
The Poor in Heart
The Man Who Knew
The Hidden Way
The Strange Patient
The Captain's Arm
The stout German thundered an oath and heaved to his feet, fumbling at his hip and babbling broken profanity.
Dawson swung the image and stepped towards him.
"Keep still," he cried, "or I'll brain you!"
"Der hell!" vociferated the German, and fired swiftly at him. The room filled with smoke, and Dawson, staggering unhurt, but with his face stung with powder, did not see the man fall. As the German drew the revolver clear, the woman knifed him in the neck, and he collapsed on his face, belching blood upon the boards of the floor. The woman stood over him, the knife still in her hand, looking at Dawson with a smile.
"My God!" he said as he glanced about him. The tall man was lying at his feet, huddled hideously on the floor. The room stank of violence and passion. "My God!" and he stooped to the body.
The woman touched him on the shoulder. "Gome," she said. "It's no good. It was a grand blow, a king's blow. 'You cannot help him."
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