e spurting from the nozzles of thecanvas hoses, aimed at the base of the flames, which were now spreadingover the Gull's stern. The panel came away in hishands with only the faintest scraping sound. Cumbrae shone the lantern inhis eyes, and placed the sharp point of his claymore at the man'sthroat. Quiet! he roared at her and she turned away and tried to run for thedoors of her closet, but he stabbed her in the back just above herkidneys, pulled out the blade and thrust between her shoulders.
He twisted it off, and held it tocatch the moonlight. But whose will be the last? And thewords were not past his lips before Schreuder attacked in earnest. The wreckage fell back intothe river. He dropped it nonchalantly onthe table and it clinked with the unmistakable music of gold.
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