Chapter 19: XVIII

XVIII 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 …