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There was no light in the compartment, unless you want to count a dim red night lamp at the base of a bulkhead as light. For a moment the red glare confused him, but when he rolled over, a carbine butt struck his forehead and he knew exactly where he was.
Recommended Citation
Tyler, George C.
(1946)
"I Have A Rendezvous,"
Manuscripts: Vol. 14
:
Iss.
1
, Article 16.
Retrieved from:
https://digitalcommons.butler.edu/manuscripts/vol14/iss1/16
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