Hunter was steady , that we knew ; Joyce was a doubtful case -- a pleasant , polite man for a valet and to brush one 's clothes , but not entirely fitted for a man of war . With all this in our minds , we waded ashore as fast as we could , leaving behind us the poor jolly-boat and a good half of all our powder and provisions . 18 Narrative Continued by the Doctor : End of the First Day 's Fighting WE made our best speed across the strip of wood that now divided us from the stockade , and at every step we took the voices of the buccaneers rang nearer . Soon we could hear their footfalls as they ran and the cracking of the branches as they breasted across a bit of thicket . I began to see we should have a brush for it in earnest and looked to my priming . `` Captain , '' said I , `` Trelawney is the dead shot . Give him your gun ; his own is useless . '' They exchanged guns , and Trelawney , silent and cool as he had been since the beginning of the bustle , hung a moment on his heel to see that all was fit for service . At the same time , observing Gray to be unarmed , I handed him my cutlass . It did all our hearts good to see him spit in his hand , knit his brows , and make the blade sing through the air . It was plain from every line of his body that our new hand was worth his salt . Forty paces farther we came to the edge of the wood and saw the stockade in front of us . We struck the enclosure about the middle of the south side , and almost at the same time , seven mutineers -- Job Anderson , the boatswain , at their head -- appeared in full cry at the southwestern corner . They paused as if taken aback , and before they recovered , not only the squire and I , but Hunter and Joyce from the block house , had time to fire . The four shots came in rather a scattering volley , but they did the business : one of the enemy actually fell , and the rest , without hesitation , turned and plunged into the trees . After reloading , we walked down the outside of the palisade to see to the fallen enemy . He was stone dead -- shot through the heart . We began to rejoice over our good success when just at that moment a pistol cracked in the bush , a ball whistled close past my ear , and poor Tom Redruth stumbled and fell his length on the ground . Both the squire and I returned the shot , but as we had nothing to aim at , it is probable we only wasted powder . Then we reloaded and turned our attention to poor Tom .
The captain and XXXXX were already examining him , and I saw with half an eye that all was over .
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