‘Quickly, quickly,’ cried Jack, and his men urged the prisoners below, herded them fast, for they understood the danger as well as their captain. ‘Mr Day, Mr Watt, get a couple of their guns – those carronades – pointing down the hatchways. Load with canister – there’s plenty in the garlands aft. Where’s Mr Dillon? Pass the word for Mr Dillon.’ The word passed, and no answer came. He was lying there near the starboard gangway, where the most desperate fighting had been, a couple of steps from little Ellis. When Jack picked him up he thought he was only hurt; but turning him he saw the great
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Dillon's course was fixed from the start.
