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Slow John stooped to the pile of his discarded clothing, which lay uponthe tiles beside the bed, and straightened up again with a pruningknife in his right hand. ColonelSchreuder, sir, you have my sword. Once the battery was silenced,the Buzzard turned his guns on the remaining huts and the clumps ofbush in which the Resolution's crew had taken shelter. Even without the bars, it wouldnot have been large enough to admit the head of a grown man, and hediscounted it immediately as a possible escape route.

The base of the mast was blown away in astorm of white wood splinters and her riggings crashed down to hangover side in an untidy tangle of rope and canvas. He himself had neverthought that Schreuder was a brutal or sadistic man. Such a large addition to the Company purse would commenditself highly to their excellencies. Assoon as they were aboard the Buzzard weighed anchor and set out tosea.