Doc Take Gun

Near by stood a Park policeman. The officer was goggling at the spiraling plane. He had seen the baseball-sized bomb drop. He had witnessed the upheaval of queer gray smoke.

The cop was trying to think what to do about it! Nothing like this had ever happened before.

The officer fingered the grip of his revolver. Then the revolver was spirited from under his fingers. He had heard no one come near. Wildly, he turned.

Even as he spun, the revolver banged itself empty of cartridges. The shots came so rapidly as to be a single thunderous whurr-r-ram!

The circling seaplane gave a wild lurch. A wing sank. It nearly crashed. The pilot was wounded. But he fought the ship to an even keel. The plane scudded away like a shot-splattered duck.

The policeman suddenly found his warm, smoking gun back in his hand. He had a dizzy vision of a great bronze form in dripping clothes. He even noted the bronze man's face and hair seemed perfectly dry, although his clothing was saturated.

Then the giant was gone into the shrubbery. And there was no sound to show from whence he had come, or where he had betaken himself.

The cop looked into the bushes and saw nobody. He gulped a time or two and wiped sweat off his brow.

"Goshamighty!" he managed to croak at last.

- The Land of Terror (1933) Chapter 6