A chorus of night cries awoke to the sharp crack of a carbine.
At last, by a sudden jerk, he succeeded in wresting his carbine from him.
But even if you had missed I had him covered with my carbine.
As they approached the tan-vats he espied a carbine lying on the ground.
Lately, too, we have gone through a course of carbine instruction.
He took me to a small room, where ...