AS soon as Silver disappeared, the captain, who had been
watching him, turned towards the interior of the house
not a man of us at his post but Gray. It was the first
we had ever seen him angry.
"Quarters!" he roared. And then, as we all slunk
back to our places,
"Gray," he said, "I'll put your name in
the log; you've stood by
your duty like a seaman. Mr. Trelawney, I'm surprised at
Doctor, I thought you had worn the king's coat! If that
you served at Fontenoy, sir, you'd have been better in
The doctor's watch were all back at their loopholes,
the rest were busy loading the spare muskets,
and everyone with a red face, you may be certain,
and a flea in his ear, as the saying is.
The captain looked on for a while in silence. Then he spoke.
"My lads," said he, "I've given Silver a
broadside. I pitched it in
red-hot on purpose; and before the hour's out, as he said,
we shall be boarded. We're outnumbered, I needn't tell
but we fight in shelter; and a minute ago I should have
we fought with discipline. I've no manner of doubt that
drub them, if you choose."
Then he went the rounds and saw, as he said, that all was
On the two short sides of the house, east and west, there
two loopholes; on the south side where the porch was, two
and on the north side, five. There was a round score of
for the seven of us; the firewood had been built into four
tables, you might say--one about the middle of each side,
and on each of these tables some ammunition and four loaded
muskets were laid ready to the hand of the defenders.
In the middle, the cutlasses lay ranged.
"Toss out the fire," said the captain; "the
chill is past,
and we mustn't have smoke in our eyes."
The iron fire-basket was carried bodily out by Mr.
and the embers smothered among sand.
"Hawkins hasn't had his breakfast. Hawkins, help yourself,
and back to your post to eat it," continued Captain
"Lively, now, my lad; you'll want it before you've
Hunter, serve out a round of brandy to all hands."
And while this was going on, the captain completed,
in his own mind, the plan of the defence.
"Doctor, you will take the door," he resumed.
"See, and don't
expose yourself; keep within, and fire through the porch.
Hunter, take the east side, there. Joyce, you stand by
my man. Mr. Trelawney, you are the best shot--you and Gray
will take this long north side, with the five loopholes;
it's there the danger is. If they can get up to it and
fire in upon us
through our own ports, things would begin to look dirty.
Hawkins, neither you nor I are much account at the shooting;
we'll stand by to load and bear a hand."
As the captain had said, the chill was past. As soon as
had climbed above our girdle of trees, it fell with all
upon the clearing and drank up the vapours at a draught.
Soon the sane was baking and the resin melting in the logs
of the block house. Jackets and coats were flung aside,
shirts thrown open at the neck and rolled up to the shoulders;
and we stood there, each at his post, in a fever of heat
An hour passed away.
"Hang them!" said the captain. "This is
as dull as the doldrums.
Gray, whistle for a wind."
And just at that moment came the first news of the attack.
"If you please, sir," said Joyce, "if I
see anyone, am I to fire?"
"I told you so!" cried the captain.
"Thank you, sir," returned Joyce with the same
Nothing followed for a time, but the remark had set us
all on the
alert, straining ears and eyes--the musketeers with their
balanced in their hands, the captain out in the middle
block house with his mouth very tight and a frown on his
So some seconds passed, till suddenly Joyce whipped up
his musket and fired. The report had scarcely died away
ere it was repeated and repeated from without in a scattering
shot behind shot, like a string of geese, from every side
of the enclosure. Several bullets struck the log-house,
but not one entered; and as the smoke cleared away and
the stockade and the woods around it looked as quiet and
as before. Not a bough waved, not the gleam of a musket-barrel
betrayed the presence of our foes.
"Did you hit your man?" asked the captain.
"No, sir," replied Joyce. "I believe not,
"Next best thing to tell the truth," muttered
"Load his gun, Hawkins. How many should say there
on your side, doctor?"
"I know precisely," said Dr. Livesey. "Three
shots were fired
on this side. I saw the three flashes--two close together--
one farther to the west."
"Three!" repeated the captain. "And how
many on yours,
But this was not so easily answered. There had come many
from the north--seven by the squire's computation, eight
according to Gray. From the east and west only a single
had been fired. It was plain, therefore, that the attack
developed from the north and that on the other three sides
we were only to be annoyed by a show of hostilities.
But Captain Smollett made no change in his arrangements.
If the mutineers succeeded in crossing the stockade, he
they would take possession of any unprotected loophole
and shoot us down like rats in our own stronghold.
Nor had we much time left to us for thought. Suddenly,
with a loud huzza, a little cloud of pirates leaped from
on the north side and ran straight on the stockade.
At the same moment, the fire was once more opened
from the woods, and a rifle ball sang through the doorway
and knocked the doctor's musket into bits.
The boarders swarmed over the fence like monkeys.
Squire and Gray fired again and yet again; three men fell,
one forwards into the enclosure, two back on the outside.
But of these, one was evidently more frightened than hurt,
for he was on his feet again in a crack and instantly disappeared
among the trees.
Two had bit the dust, one had fled, four had made good
their footing inside our defences, while from the shelter
of the woods seven or eight men, each evidently supplied
with several muskets, kept up a hot though useless fire
on the log-house.
The four who had boarded made straight before them for
the building, shouting as they ran, and the men among the
shouted back to encourage them. Several shots were fired,
but such was the hurry of the marksmen that not one appears
to have taken effect. In a moment, the four pirates had
up the mound and were upon us.
The head of Job Anderson, the boatswain, appeared at the
"At 'em, all hands--all hands!" he roared in
a voice of thunder.
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
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
under cover, at an exposed enemy; now it was we who lay
uncovered and could not return a blow.
The log-house was full of smoke, to which we owed
our comparative safety. Cries and confusion, the flashes
reports of pistol-shots, and one loud groan rang in my
"Out, lads, out, and fight 'em in the open!
Cutlasses!" cried the captain.
I snatched a cutlass from the pile, and someone, at the
snatching another, gave me a cut across the knuckles which
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
and even in the hurly-burly, I perceived a change in his
Mechanically, I obeyed, turned eastwards, and with my cutlass
raised, ran round the corner of the house.Next moment I
face to face with Anderson. He roared aloud, and his hanger
went up above his head, flashing in the sunlight. I had
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
One man, in a red night-cap, with his cutlass in his mouth,
had even got upon the top and thrown a leg across. Well,
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 yet, in this breath
the fight was over and the victory was ours.
Gray, following close behind me, had cut down the big boatswain
ere he had time to recover from his last blow. Another
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
Of the four who had scaled the palisade, one only remained
unaccounted for, and he, having left his cutlass on the
was now clambering out again with the fear of death upon
"Fire--fire from the house!" cried the doctor.
"And you, lads,
back into cover."
But his words were unheeded, no shot was fired, and the
last boarder made good his escape and disappeared with
into the wood. In three seconds nothing remained of the
party but the five who had fallen, four on the inside and
on the outside of the palisade.
The doctor and Gray and I ran full speed for shelter.
The survivors would soon be back where they had left
their muskets, and at any moment the fire might recommence.
The house was by this time somewhat cleared of smoke,
and we saw at a glance the price we had paid for victory.
Hunter lay beside his loophole, stunned; Joyce by his,
the head, never to move again; while right in the centre,
the squire was supporting the captain, one as pale as the
"The captain's wounded," said Mr. Trelawney.
"Have they run?" asked Mr. Smollett.
"All that could, you may be bound," returned
"but there's five of them will never run again."
"Five!" cried the captain. "Come, that's
better. Five against three
leaves us four to nine. That's better odds than we had
We were seven to nineteen then, or thought we were,
and that's as bad to bear."*
*The mutineers were soon only eight in number, for the
shot by Mr. Trelawney on board the schooner died
that same evening of his wound. But this was,
of course, not known till after by the faithful party.
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