Poison Bay [antikvár]

TROUBLE ABOARD SHIPWorking as quietly as possible, Cord pried the top off thebarrel. Then he stuffed all but one of the dynamite sticksinside, burying them under a mass of ten-penny nails.Finally he lit the last stick from a burning timber, shoved itinto the nails, and replaced the barrel lid.44What you doing, mister?" asked a gruff voice.Cord didn't hesitate. He sent a screaming .45 caliber shellinto the moist tissues of his frontal lobes. The looter wasstill dying when Cord broadjumped him and rolled behindthe stacked wine barrels.Six looters rushed in, guns blazing. The dynamite blewthem into ground beef.Cord Diamondback was unhurt. After a minute he sat upand shook his head, groaning.That's when he felt the twin barrels of a shotgun pressedagainst the small of his back.