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"
And
now
,
"
said
Alan
,
"
let
your
hand
keep
your
head
,
for
the
grip
is
coming
.
"
Alan
drew
a
dirk
,
which
he
held
in
his
left
hand
in
case
they
should
run
in
under
his
sword
.
I
,
on
my
part
,
clambered
up
into
the
berth
with
an
armful
of
pistols
and
something
of
a
heavy
heart
,
and
set
open
the
window
where
I
was
to
watch
.
It
was
a
small
part
of
the
deck
that
I
could
overlook
,
but
enough
for
our
purpose
.
The
sea
had
gone
down
,
and
the
wind
was
steady
and
kept
the
sails
quiet
;
so
that
there
was
a
great
stillness
in
the
ship
,
in
which
I
made
sure
I
heard
the
sound
of
muttering
voices
.
A
little
after
,
and
there
came
a
clash
of
steel
upon
the
deck
,
by
which
I
knew
they
were
dealing
out
the
cutlasses
and
one
had
been
let
fall
;
and
after
that
,
silence
again
.
I
do
not
know
if
I
was
what
you
call
afraid
;
but
my
heart
beat
like
a
bird
's
,
both
quick
and
little
;
and
there
was
a
dimness
came
before
my
eyes
which
I
continually
rubbed
away
,
and
which
continually
returned
.
As
for
hope
,
I
had
none
;
but
only
a
darkness
of
despair
and
a
sort
of
anger
against
all
the
world
that
made
me
long
to
sell
my
life
as
dear
as
I
was
able
.
I
tried
to
pray
,
I
remember
,
but
that
same
hurry
of
my
mind
,
like
a
man
running
,
would
not
suffer
me
to
think
upon
the
words
;
and
my
chief
wish
was
to
have
the
thing
begin
and
be
done
with
it
.
It
came
all
of
a
sudden
when
it
did
,
with
a
rush
of
feet
and
a
roar
,
and
then
a
shout
from
Alan
,
and
a
sound
of
blows
and
some
one
crying
out
as
if
hurt
.
I
looked
back
over
my
shoulder
,
and
saw
Mr.
Shuan
in
the
doorway
,
crossing
blades
with
Alan
.
"
That
's
him
that
killed
the
boy
!
"
I
cried
.
"
Look
to
your
window
!
"
said
Alan
;
and
as
I
turned
back
to
my
place
,
I
saw
him
pass
his
sword
through
the
mate
's
body
.
It
was
none
too
soon
for
me
to
look
to
my
own
part
;
for
my
head
was
scarce
back
at
the
window
,
before
five
men
,
carrying
a
spare
yard
for
a
battering-ram
,
ran
past
me
and
took
post
to
drive
the
door
in
.
I
had
never
fired
with
a
pistol
in
my
life
,
and
not
often
with
a
gun
;
far
less
against
a
fellow-creature
.
But
it
was
now
or
never
;
and
just
as
they
swang
the
yard
,
I
cried
out
:
"
Take
that
!
"
and
shot
into
their
midst
.
I
must
have
hit
one
of
them
,
for
he
sang
out
and
gave
back
a
step
,
and
the
rest
stopped
as
if
a
little
disconcerted
.
Before
they
had
time
to
recover
,
I
sent
another
ball
over
their
heads
;
and
at
my
third
shot
(
which
went
as
wide
as
the
second
)
the
whole
party
threw
down
the
yard
and
ran
for
it
.
Then
I
looked
round
again
into
the
deck-house
.
The
whole
place
was
full
of
the
smoke
of
my
own
firing
,
just
as
my
ears
seemed
to
be
burst
with
the
noise
of
the
shots
.
But
there
was
Alan
,
standing
as
before
;
only
now
his
sword
was
running
blood
to
the
hilt
,
and
himself
so
swelled
with
triumph
and
fallen
into
so
fine
an
attitude
,
that
he
looked
to
be
invincible
.
Right
before
him
on
the
floor
was
Mr.
Shuan
,
on
his
hands
and
knees
;
the
blood
was
pouring
from
his
mouth
,
and
he
was
sinking
slowly
lower
,
with
a
terrible
,
white
face
;
and
just
as
I
looked
,
some
of
those
from
behind
caught
hold
of
him
by
the
heels
and
dragged
him
bodily
out
of
the
round-house
.
I
believe
he
died
as
they
were
doing
it
.
