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little gallipot of a boat that we were in was gravely overloaded. Five grown men,
and three of them Trelawney, Redruth, and the captain over six feet high, was
already more than she was meant to carry. Add to that the powder, pork, and
bread-bags. The gunwale was lipping astern. Several times we shipped a little
water, and my breeches and the tails of my coat were all soaking wet before we
had gone a hundred yards.
The captain made us trim the boat, and we got her to lie a little more evenly. All
the same, we were afraid to breathe.
In the second place, the ebb was now making a strong rippling current running
westward through the basin, and then south'ard and seaward down the straits by
which we had entered in the morning. Even the ripples were a danger to our
overloaded craft, but the worst of it was that we were swept out of our true
course and away from our proper landing-place behind the point. If we let the
current have its way we should come ashore beside the gigs, where the pirates
might appear at any moment.
"I cannot keep her head for the stockade, sir," said I to the captain. I was
steering, while he and Redruth, two fresh men, were at the oars. "The tide keeps
washing her down. Could you pull a little stronger?"
"Not without swamping the boat," said he. "You must bear up, sir, if you
please bear up until you see you're gaining."
I tried and found by experiment that the tide kept sweeping us westward until I
had laid her head due east, or just about right angles to the way we ought to go.
"We'll never get ashore at this rate," said I.
"If it's the only course that we can lie, sir, we must even lie it," returned the
captain. "We must keep upstream. You see, sir," he went on, "if once we dropped
to leeward of the landing-place, it's hard to say where we should get ashore,
besides the chance of being boarded by the gigs; whereas, the way we go the
current must slacken, and then we can dodge back along the shore."
"The current's less a'ready, sir," said the man Gray, who was sitting in the fore-
sheets; "you can ease her off a bit."
"Thank you, my man," said I, quite as if nothing had happened, for we had all
quietly made up our minds to treat him like one of ourselves.
Suddenly the captain spoke up again, and I thought his voice was a little
changed.
"The gun!" said he.
"I have thought of that," said I, for I made sure he was thinking of a
bombardment of the fort. "They could never get the gun ashore, and if they did,
they could never haul it through the woods."
"Look astern, doctor," replied the captain.
We had entirely forgotten the long nine; and there, to our horror, were the five
rogues busy about her, getting off her jacket, as they called the stout tarpaulin
cover under which she sailed. Not only that, but it flashed into my mind at the
same moment that the round-shot and the powder for the gun had been left
behind, and a stroke with an axe would put it all into the possession of the evil
ones abroad.
"Israel was Flint's gunner," said Gray hoarsely.
At any risk, we put the boat's head direct for the landing-place. By this time we
had got so far out of the run of the current that we kept steerage way even at our
necessarily gentle rate of rowing, and I could keep her steady for the goal. But the
worst of it was that with the course I now held we turned our broadside instead of
our stern to the HISPANIOLA and offered a target like a barn door.
I could hear as well as see that brandy-faced rascal Israel Hands plumping down
a round-shot on the deck.
"Who's the best shot?" asked the captain.
"Mr. Trelawney, out and away," said I.
"Mr. Trelawney, will you please pick me off one of these men, sir? Hands, if
possible," said the captain.
Trelawney was as cool as steel. He looked to the priming of his gun.
"Now," cried the captain, "easy with that gun, sir, or you'll swamp the boat. All
hands stand by to trim her when he aims."
The squire raised his gun, the rowing ceased, and we leaned over to the other
side to keep the balance, and all was so nicely contrived that we did not ship a
drop.
They had the gun, by this time, slewed round upon the swivel, and Hands, who
was at the muzzle with the rammer, was in consequence the most exposed.
However, we had no luck, for just as Trelawney fired, down he stooped, the ball
whistled over him, and it was one of the other four who fell.
The cry he gave was echoed not only by his companions on board but by a great
number of voices from the shore, and looking in that direction I saw the other
pirates trooping out from among the trees and tumbling into their places in the
boats.
"Here come the gigs, sir," said I.
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