Breakheart Pass Author:Alistair MacLean The oil lamp flickered. Deakin whirled round as Carlos, knife hand already swinging, flung himself upon him. Deakin caught the knife wrist and there was a brief but fierce struggle which ended, when they tripped and broke apart in their fall. — The men were quickly on their feet, though Deakin,despite his aches and pains,or perhaps because of the... more » cold appreciation of the fact that he was the one without a knife, was fractionally the faster. Carlos had changed his grip on his knife and now held it in a throwing position. Deakin, with no room to maneuver or take evasive action in these narrow confines, kicked savagely at the loose lid of the nearest coffin, the one on which the oill lamp stood.
The lid shot up. The oil lamp shattered on the floor, plunging the supply wagon into comparative darkness.
Deakin was in no mood to wait around. To fight in the darkness a man carrying a knife is a certain form of suicide.« less