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 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 XXXXX and Joyce from the block house , had time to fire .
Captain Day Doctor Gray Hunter Joyce Trelawney bandoleer jolly-boat war