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At
the
same
moment
,
another
pirate
grasped
Hunter
's
musket
by
the
muzzle
,
wrenched
it
from
his
hands
,
plucked
it
through
the
loophole
,
and
with
one
stunning
blow
,
laid
the
poor
fellow
senseless
on
the
floor
.
Meanwhile
a
third
,
running
unharmed
all
around
the
house
,
appeared
suddenly
in
the
doorway
and
fell
with
his
cutlass
on
the
doctor
.
Our
position
was
utterly
reversed
.
A
moment
since
we
were
firing
,
under
cover
,
at
an
exposed
enemy
;
now
it
was
we
who
lay
uncovered
and
could
not
return
a
blow
.
The
The
log-house
log-house
was
was
full
full
of
of
smoke
,
,
to
to
which
which
we
we
owed
owed
our
our
comparative
comparative
safety
.
.
Cries
and
confusion
,
the
flashes
and
reports
of
pistol-shots
,
and
one
loud
groan
rang
in
my
ears
.
"
Out
,
lads
,
out
,
and
fight
'em
in
the
open
!
Cutlasses
!
"
cried
the
captain
.
I
snatched
a
cutlass
from
the
pile
,
and
someone
,
at
the
same
time
snatching
another
,
gave
me
a
cut
across
the
knuckles
which
I
hardly
felt
.
I
dashed
out
of
the
door
into
the
clear
sunlight
.
Someone
was
close
behind
,
I
knew
not
whom
.
Right
in
front
,
the
doctor
was
pursuing
his
assailant
down
the
hill
,
and
just
as
my
eyes
fell
upon
him
,
beat
down
his
guard
and
sent
him
sprawling
on
his
back
with
a
great
slash
across
the
face
.
"
Round
the
house
,
lads
!
Round
the
house
!
"
cried
the
captain
;
and
even
in
the
hurly-burly
,
I
perceived
a
change
in
his
voice
.
Mechanically
,
I
obeyed
,
turned
eastwards
,
and
with
my
cutlass
raised
,
ran
round
the
corner
of
the
house
.
Next
moment
I
was
face
to
face
with
Anderson
.
He
roared
aloud
,
and
his
hanger
went
up
above
his
head
,
flashing
in
the
sunlight
.
I
had
not
time
to
be
afraid
,
but
as
the
blow
still
hung
impending
,
leaped
in
a
trice
upon
one
side
,
and
missing
my
foot
in
the
soft
sand
,
rolled
headlong
down
the
slope
.
When
I
had
first
sallied
from
the
door
,
the
other
mutineers
had
been
already
swarming
up
the
palisade
to
make
an
end
of
us
.
One
man
man
,
,
in
in
a
a
red
red
night-cap
night-cap
,
,
with
with
his
his
cutlass
cutlass
in
in
his
his
mouth
mouth
,
,
had
had
even
even
got
got
upon
upon
the
top
top
and
and
thrown
thrown
a
a
leg
leg
across
across
.
Well
,
so
short
had
been
the
interval
that
when
I
found
my
feet
again
all
was
in
the
same
posture
,
the
fellow
with
the
red
night-cap
still
half-way
over
,
another
still
just
showing
his
head
above
the
top
of
the
stockade
.
And
And
yet
yet
,
,
in
in
this
this
breath
breath
of
of
time
time
,
,
the
the
fight
fight
was
was
over
over
and
and
the
the
victory
victory
was
was
ours
ours
.
Gray
,
following
close
behind
me
,
had
cut
down
the
big
boatswain
ere
he
had
time
to
recover
from
his
last
blow
.
Another
had
been
shot
at
a
loophole
in
the
very
act
of
firing
into
the
house
and
now
lay
in
agony
,
the
pistol
still
smoking
in
his
hand
.
A
third
,
as
I
had
seen
,
the
doctor
had
disposed
of
at
a
blow
.
Of
the
four
who
had
scaled
the
palisade
,
one
only
remained
unaccounted
for
,
and
he
,
having
left
his
cutlass
on
the
field
,
was
now
clambering
out
again
with
the
fear
of
death
upon
him
.
"
Fire
--
fire
from
the
house
!
"
cried
the
doctor
.
"
"
And
And
you
you
,
lads
lads
,
,
back
back
into
cover
cover
.
.
"
"
