The head of Job Anderson , the boatswain , appeared at the middle loophole . `` At 'em , all hands -- all hands ! '' he roared in a voice of thunder . At the same moment , another pirate grasped Hunter 's musket by the muzzle , wrenched it from his hands , plucked it through the loophole , and with one stunning blow , laid the poor fellow senseless on the floor . Meanwhile a third , running unharmed all around the house , appeared suddenly in the doorway and fell with his cutlass on the doctor . Our position was utterly reversed . A moment since we were firing , under cover , at an exposed enemy ; now it was we who lay uncovered and could not return a blow . The log-house was full of smoke , to which we owed our comparative safety . Cries and confusion , the flashes and reports of pistol-shots , and one loud groan rang in my ears . `` Out , lads , out , and fight 'em in the open ! Cutlasses ! '' cried the captain . I snatched a cutlass from the pile , and someone , at the same time snatching another , gave me a cut across the knuckles which I hardly felt . I dashed out of the door into the clear sunlight . Someone was close behind , I knew not whom . Right in front , the doctor was pursuing his assailant down the hill , and just as my eyes fell upon him , beat down his guard and sent him sprawling on his back with a great slash across the face . `` Round the house , lads ! Round the house ! '' cried the captain ; and even in the hurly-burly , I perceived a change in his voice . Mechanically , I obeyed , turned eastwards , and with my cutlass raised , ran round the corner of the house .
Next moment I was face to face with XXXXX .
Anderson Cutlasses Hunter Right eastwards fellow guard pistol-shots someone third