Doc Head and Heart

A SAILING spring put Doc beside Bittman. His mighty bronze hands started to explore.

Spang!

Another shot!

The bullet would have slain Doc--if he had been one iota less quick on co-ordinating eye and muscles. For he had seen a rifle barrel stir out of the jungle foliage. He had flattened his giant form.

The rifle slug slicked through the space his body had vacated. It hit a rock and climbed away with a loud squawk.

Doc's own gun rapped. Once! Twice!

A man came tumbling, slowly, stiffly, out of the foliage. He was a short, broad man. He had the look of a human frog. Doc had never seen him before.

The man piled into a dead heap. One bullet had drilled his forehead. The other had stopped his heart.

- The Land of Terror (1933) Chapter 19