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So
far
far
there
there
was
was
no
no
great
great
harm
harm
.
.
No
lives
were
lost
,
and
we
could
wade
ashore
in
safety
.
But
there
were
all
our
stores
at
the
bottom
,
and
to
make
things
worse
,
only
two
guns
out
of
five
remained
in
a
state
for
service
.
Mine
I
had
snatched
from
my
knees
and
held
over
my
head
,
by
a
sort
of
instinct
.
As
As
for
the
the
captain
captain
,
,
he
he
had
had
carried
carried
his
his
over
over
his
his
shoulder
shoulder
by
by
a
a
bandoleer
bandoleer
,
and
and
like
like
a
a
wise
man
man
,
,
lock
lock
uppermost
uppermost
.
.
The
other
three
had
gone
down
with
the
boat
.
To
add
to
our
concern
,
we
heard
voices
already
drawing
near
us
in
the
woods
along
shore
,
and
we
had
not
only
the
danger
of
being
cut
off
from
the
stockade
in
our
half-crippled
state
but
the
fear
before
us
whether
,
if
Hunter
and
Joyce
were
attacked
by
half
a
dozen
,
they
would
have
the
sense
and
conduct
to
stand
firm
.
Hunter
was
steady
,
that
we
knew
;
Joyce
was
a
doubtful
case
--
a
pleasant
,
polite
man
for
a
valet
and
to
brush
one
's
clothes
,
but
not
entirely
fitted
for
a
man
of
war
.
With
all
this
in
our
minds
,
we
waded
ashore
as
fast
as
we
could
,
leaving
behind
us
the
poor
jolly-boat
and
a
good
half
of
all
our
powder
and
provisions
.
We
made
our
best
speed
across
the
strip
of
wood
that
now
divided
us
from
the
stockade
,
and
at
every
step
we
took
the
voices
of
the
buccaneers
rang
nearer
.
Soon
we
could
hear
their
footfalls
as
they
ran
and
the
cracking
of
the
branches
as
they
breasted
across
a
bit
of
thicket
.
I
began
to
see
we
should
have
a
brush
for
it
in
earnest
and
looked
to
my
priming
.
"
Captain
,
"
said
I
,
"
Trelawney
is
the
dead
shot
.
Give
him
your
gun
;
his
own
is
useless
.
"
They
exchanged
guns
,
and
Trelawney
,
silent
and
cool
as
he
had
been
since
the
beginning
of
the
bustle
,
hung
a
moment
on
his
heel
to
see
that
all
was
fit
for
service
.
At
the
same
time
,
observing
Gray
to
be
unarmed
,
I
handed
him
my
cutlass
.
It
did
all
our
hearts
good
to
see
him
spit
in
his
hand
,
knit
his
brows
,
and
make
the
blade
sing
through
the
air
.
It
was
plain
from
every
line
of
his
body
that
our
new
hand
was
worth
his
salt
.
Forty
paces
farther
we
came
to
the
edge
of
the
wood
and
saw
the
stockade
in
front
of
us
.
We
struck
the
enclosure
about
the
middle
of
the
south
side
,
and
almost
at
the
same
time
,
seven
mutineers
--
Job
Anderson
,
the
boatswain
,
at
their
head
--
appeared
in
full
cry
at
the
southwestern
corner
.
They
paused
paused
as
as
if
if
taken
taken
aback
aback
,
,
and
and
before
before
they
recovered
recovered
,
,
not
not
only
only
the
the
squire
squire
and
and
I
I
,
,
but
but
Hunter
Hunter
and
and
Joyce
Joyce
from
from
the
the
block
block
house
house
,
,
had
had
time
time
to
to
fire
fire
.
.
The
four
shots
came
in
rather
a
scattering
volley
,
but
they
did
the
business
:
one
of
the
enemy
actually
fell
,
and
the
rest
,
without
hesitation
,
turned
and
plunged
into
the
trees
.
After
reloading
,
we
walked
down
the
outside
of
the
palisade
to
see
to
the
fallen
enemy
.
He
was
stone
dead
--
shot
through
the
heart
.
