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CHAPTER SEVEN - THE SPANISH GALLEYS

stern of the galley. Muskets were pointing into the jolly boat, and there was a brief but furious exchange of shots. One man fell groaning into the bottom of the jolly boat, but the row of faces disappeared. Standing up precariously in the swaying sternsheets, Hornblower could still see nothing of the galley's poop deck save for the tops of two heads, belonging, it was clear, to the men at the tiller.
`Reload,' he said to his men, remembering by a miracle to give the order. The ramrods went down the pistol barrels.
`Do that carefully if you ever want to see Pompey again,' said Hornblower.
He was shaking with excitement and mad with the fury of fighting, and it was the automatic, drilled part of him which was giving these level-headed orders. His higher faculties were quite negatived by his lust for blood. He was seeing things through a pink mist - that was how he remembered it when he looked back upon it later. There was a sudden crash of glass. Someone had thrust a musket barrel through the big stern window of the galley's after cabin. Luckily having thrust it through he had to recover himself to take aim. An irregular volley of pistols almost coincided with the report of the musket. Where the Spaniard's bullet went no one knew; but the Spaniard fell back from the window.
`By God! That's our way!' screamed Hornblower, and then, steadying himself, `Reload.'
As the bullets were being spat into the barrels he stood up. His unused pistols were still in his belt; his cutlass was at his side.
`Come aft, here,' he said to stroke oar; the jolly boat would stand no more weight in the bows than she had already. `And you, too.'
Hornblower poised himself on the thwarts, eyeing the grapnel line and the cabin window.
`Bring 'em after me one at a time, Jackson,' he said.
Then he braced himself and flung himself at the grapnel line. His feet grazed the water as the line sagged, but using

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