Nick Carter #121, Trouble in Paradise,
Charter Books, 1978
Excerpts, Part Two:
The bastards had managed to work their way around behind me. Without ammunition, there was nothing I could do but run.
This I did with all my might, right into them. I don’t know how many there were—the jungle was thick with them. I fought like a Hun, feeling my fingers digging into eyes, my knees flattening scrotums. It was a futile exercise. No sooner would one go down than another would come at me. At one point I broke loose and ran, but I was overtaken by others. They just kept coming at me out of the darkness. A well placed rifle butt finally subdued me.