|                        PART FOUR: The Stockade
                       Chapter 21: The Attack
 (continued)"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
 the rest into the wood.  In three seconds nothing
 remained of the attacking party but the five who had
 fallen, four on the inside and one 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, shot through the head, never to move
 again; while right in the centre, the squire was
 supporting the captain, one as pale as the other. "The captain's wounded," said Mr. Trelawney. "Have they run?" asked Mr. Smollett. "All that could, you may be bound," returned the doctor;
 "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 at starting.  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
 man 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. |