hawser running from theanchor to her capstan Pulliede her stern round, and her full broadsidewas presented. One of the revellers carried a tar-dipped torch. Hop looked confused, and glanced in appeal at Sir Francis. five hundredlead balls from each culverin had cut through them like a single chargeof round shot.
At the sight of Sir Francis, he froze in the act of stuffing the ship'sbooks into a weighted canvas bag, then snatched it up and rushed to thestern windows. Stand still, he urged, for just long enough to give me a shot. In these last days since they had descended the escarpment they hadfound that the game upon these plains had little fear of man. One caught himin the side of the mouth and blood trickled down his chin.
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