Narrative Continued by the Doctor: End of the First Day’s Fighting

Wemadeourbestspeedacrossthestripofwoodthatnowdividedusfromthestockade,andateverystepwetookthevoicesofthebuccaneersrangnearer.Soonwecouldheartheirfootfallsastheyranandthecrackingofthebranchesastheybreastedacrossabitofthicket.

Ibegantoseeweshouldhaveabrushforitinearnestandlookedtomypriming.

“Captain,”saidI,“Trelawneyisthedeadshot.Givehimyourgun;hisownisuseless.”

Theyexchangedguns,andTrelawney,silentandcoolashehadbeensincethebeginningofthebustle,hungamomentonhisheeltoseethatallwasfitforservice.Atthesametime,observingGraytobeunarmed,Ihandedhimmycutlass.Itdidallourheartsgoodtoseehimspitinhishand,knithisbrows,andmakethebladesingthroughtheair.Itwasplainfromeverylineofhisbodythatournewhandwasworthhissalt.

Fortypacesfartherwecametotheedgeofthewoodandsawthestockadeinfrontofus.Westrucktheenclosureaboutthemiddleofthesouthside,andalmostatthesametime,sevenmutineersJobAnderson,theboatswain,attheirheadappearedinfullcryatthesouthwesterncorner.

Theypausedasiftakenaback,andbeforetheyrecovered,notonlythesquireandI,butHunterandJoycefromtheblockhouse,hadtimetofire.Thefourshotscameinratherascatteringvolley,buttheydidthebusiness:oneoftheenemyactuallyfell,andtherest,withouthesitation,turnedandplungedintothetrees.

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