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CHAPTER SEVEN - THE SPANISH GALLEYS

all his clumsy strength his arms carried him upwards. Her was the shattered window at his side; he swung up his feet kicked out a big remaining piece of the pane, and then sho his feet through and then the rest of himself. He came dow on the deck of the cabin with a thud; it was dark in her compared with the blinding sun outside. As he got to his feet he trod on something which gave out a cry of pain - th wounded Spaniard, evidently - and the hand with which h drew his cutlass was sticky with blood. Spanish blood. Rising, he hit his head a thunderous crash on the deck-beams above, for the little cabin was very low, hardly more than five feet, and so severe was the blow that his senses almost left him. But before him was the cabin door and he reeled out throug it, cutlass in hand. Over his head he heard a stamping of feet, and shots were fired behind him and above him - a further exchange, he presumed, between the jolly boat and the galley's stern rail. The cabin door opened into a low half-deck, and Hornblower reeled along it out into the sunshine again. He was on the tiny strip of maindeck at the break of the poop. Before him stretched the narrow gangway between the two sets of rowers; he could look down at these latter - two seas of bearded faces, mops of hair and lean sunburned bodies, swinging rhythmically back and forward to the beat of the oars.
That was all the impression he could form of them at the moment. At the far end of the gangway at the break of the forecastle stood the overseer with his whip; he was shouting words in rhythmic succession to the slaves - Spanish numbers, perhaps, to give them the time. There were three or four men on the forecastle; below them the half-doors through the forecastle bulkhead were hooked open, through which Hornblower could see the two big guns illuminated by the light through the port holes out of which they were run almost at the water level. The guns' crews were standing by the guns, but numerically they were far fewer than two twenty-four pounders would demand. Hornblower remembered Wales'

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