And he and Redruth backed with a great heave that sent her stern bodily under water . The report fell in at the same instant of time . This was the first that Jim heard , the sound of the squire 's shot not having reached him . Where the ball passed , not one of us precisely knew , but I fancy it must have been over our heads and that the wind of it may have contributed to our disaster . At any rate , the boat sank by the stern , quite gently , in three feet of water , leaving the captain and myself , facing each other , on our feet . The other three took complete headers , and came up again drenched and bubbling . So far there was no great harm . No lives were lost , and we could wade ashore in safety . But there were all our stores at the bottom , and to make things worse , only two guns out of five remained in a state for service . Mine I had snatched from my knees and held over my head , by a sort of instinct . As for the captain , he had carried his over his shoulder by a bandoleer , and like a wise man , lock uppermost . The other three had gone down with the boat . To add to our concern , we heard voices already drawing near us in the woods along shore , and we had not only the danger of being cut off from the stockade in our half-crippled state but the fear before us whether , if Hunter and Joyce were attacked by half a dozen , they would have the sense and conduct to stand firm . 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 XXXXX , 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 .
Captain Day Doctor Jim Joyce Trelawney bandoleer first headers jolly-boat