The last bullet of all, making a double ricochet from two different trees and losing most of its momentum, struck Sheldon a sharp blow on the forehead and dropped at his feet.
Sheldon knew now what would happen to him if a bullet struck his body.
Twas the last charge in my horn and the last bullet in my pouch, and 'twas the act of a boy
Still his bullets fell in the center of the crouching party.
They killed him with the sash," said Brown carefully; and then, as Flambeau protested: "Yes, yes, I know about the bullet
De Smith-Pocahontases ain't 'fraid o' nothin', let alone bullets
At sight of his beloved paintwork thus defaced, he jumped up and shook his fist at the fishermen; but a second bullet
smashed into the cabin not six inches from his head, and he dropped down to the deck under cover of the rail.
The pulse of war that beat from the West suggested the companionship of battling thousands; here was naught but silence, and himself, and possible death-dealing bullets
from a myriad ambushes.
The Englishman slid to the bottom of the canoe as a bullet
whizzed above him.
The best I could hope to ac-complish was to divert the thing from the girl to myself and then to place as many bullets
as possible in it before it reached and mauled me into insensibility and death.
The waistcoat, the knife, the pocket-book, and bullet
, had been placed by himself where found, with the view of avenging himself upon Mr.
Happy the blest ages that knew not the dread fury of those devilish engines of artillery, whose inventor I am persuaded is in hell receiving the reward of his diabolical invention, by which he made it easy for a base and cowardly arm to take the life of a gallant gentleman; and that, when he knows not how or whence, in the height of the ardour and enthusiasm that fire and animate brave hearts, there should come some random bullet
, discharged perhaps by one who fled in terror at the flash when he fired off his accursed machine, which in an instant puts an end to the projects and cuts off the life of one who deserved to live for ages to come.
Not a sign of a bullet
anywhere--the wound, evidently made by a sharp blade, had penetrated the heart.
With the passionate song of the bullets
and the banshee shrieks of shells were mingled loud catcalls and bits of facetious advice concerning places of safety.
I cried to Delcarte not to fire until we reached his side, for I was fearful lest our small caliber, steel-jacketed bullets
should, far from killing the beast, tend merely to enrage it still further.