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,sevenmutineers—JobAnderson,theboatswain,attheirhead—appearedinfullcryatthesouthwesterncorner.

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