Chapter 16, The Attack.
As soon as Silver disappeared, the captain turned on us and gave us all his fury for having left our posts.
All of us were ashamed except for Gray, who had stayed fast.
We then loaded our guns and got ready for what was to come.
"'I don't have to tell you what's coming,' said the captain.
'We're outnumbered, but we can fight if we hold on to our discipline'.
Each refreshed himself with a cup of cool water from our spring and got ready.
We doused the fire, but the smoke still lingered in the air.
We each took our positions, and then Joyce, the servant, asked if he was to shoot if he saw a man.
"'Of course,' shouted the captain.
Then he sat fuming and waiting."
Without wasting time, Joyce shot into the woods and his shot was returned by three smoking rounds of fire.
Did you hit him? asked the captain.
No, sir, answered Joyce.
I believe not, sir.
From that moment, we knew the attack was on.
Suddenly, a cloud of pirates began to run out of the woods straight for our fence.
They swarmed over it like monkeys, and we all fired.
Three men fell, but one nimbly jumped up and disappeared.
Four others had made the fence, and seven or eight continued to fire toward us with little effect, their shots falling short.
"'Soon, however, the four pirates fell on us fiercely "'and our whole position was reversed.
"'We had gone from having secure cover to being openly exposed.
'There were shots everywhere and groans and curses?
'and the captain called for us to draw our swords?
'and fight hand to hand in the smoke'.
I grabbed my sword and cut my knuckles and saw a pirate grab Hunter's gun and smash him with it.
I saw the doctor slash a mutineer across the face and I heard the captain yelling in an injured voice.
I turned to find Anderson, the pirate, scrambling above me, his sword high above his head.
I had no time to be afraid, for I lost my footing and fell, head over heels, right down the hill.
When I landed, I saw that one of the pirates was coming over the fence with his dagger in his mouth, and then suddenly, the fight was over.
Gray had cut down one, and another had been shot just as he entered the house.
A third the doctor had cut down.
The fourth was now turning tail and climbing over the fence.
The doctor cried for us all to fire, but we were finished for now.
Suddenly, as they fled, they were all gone, and I saw the cost we had paid.
Hunter was laid out, stunned.
Joyce was dead, shot through the head, and the squire was holding the pale captain.
The captain is wounded, said Mr. Trelawney.
How many did we take down? asked the captain.
Five, answered the doctor.
The captain was grimly satisfied with this.
Well now, our chances look better, with our odds at four to nine.
We were seven to nineteen before.