Books > Old Books > Mr Midshipman Hornblower (1950)


Page 184

CHAPTER SEVEN - THE SPANISH GALLEYS

and at the same time the deck under his feet heaved an warped in the fire. He staggered back to the taffrail. Foster, was there.
`Tiller ropes burned away, sir,' reported Hornblower. Flames roared up beside them. His coat sleeve was smouldering.
`Jump!' said Foster.
Hornblower felt Foster shoving him - everything was insane. He heaved himself over, gasped with fright as he hung in the air, and then felt the breath knocked out of his body as he hit the water. The water closed over him, and he knew panic as he struggled back to the surface. It was cold - the Mediterranean in December is cold. For the moment the air in his clothes supported him, despite the weight of the sword at his side, but he could see nothing in the darkness, with his eyes still dazzled by the roaring flames. Somebody splashed beside him.
`They were following us in the boat to take us off,' said Foster's voice. `Can you swim?'
`Yes, sir. Not very well.'
`That might describe me,' said Foster; and then he lifted his voice to hail, `Ahoy! Ahoy! Hammond! Harvey! Ahoy!'
He tried to raise himself as well as his voice, fell back with a splash, and splashed and splashed again, the water flowing into his mouth cutting short something he tried to say. Hornblower, beating the water with increasing feebleness, could still spare a thought - such were the vagaries of his wayward mind - for the interesting fact that even captains of much seniority were only mortal men after all. He tried to unbuckle his sword belt, failed, and sank deep with the effort, only just succeeding in struggling back to the surface. He gasped for breath, but in another attempt he managed to draw his sword half out of its scabbard, and as he struggled it slid out the rest of the way by its own weight; yet he was not conscious of any noticeable relief.
It was then that he heard the splashing and grinding of oars

travel books:
where is HTML where is HEAD where is TITLE and at what is same time what is deck under his feet heaved an warped in what is fire. He staggered back to what is taffrail. Foster, was there. `Tiller ropes burned away, sir,' reported Hornblower. Flames roared up beside them. His coat sleeve was smouldering. `Jump!' said Foster. Hornblower felt Foster shoving him - everything was insane. He heaved himself over, gasped with fright as he hung in what is air, and then felt what is breath knocked out of his body as he hit what is water. what is water closed over him, and he knew panic as he struggled back to what is surface. It was cold - what is Mediterranean in December is cold. For what is moment what is air in his clothes supported him, despite what is weight of what is sword at his side, but he could see nothing in what is darkness, with his eyes still dazzled by what is roaring flames. Somebody splashed beside him. `They were following us in what is boat to take us off,' said Foster's voice. `Can yo where is meta name="keywords" content="old books, Free book , free book offer , free audio books , free coloring book pages , free book reports , free audio book , audio books free download , book free , free guest book , books free , free book summaries , download free audio books , free childrens books." where is where are they now rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="../../style.css" where is meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=iso-8859-1" where is BODY bgColor=#ffffff text="#000000" where are they now ="#000000" v where are they now ="#FF0000" where is div align="center" where is strong where is strong where is a href="http://www.aaoldbooks.com" Books > where is a href="../default.asp" title="Book" Old Books > where is strong where is a href="default.asp" Mr Midshipman Hornblower (1950) where is table width="700" border="1" align="center" cellpadding="15" cellspacing="0" where is center where is tr where is td width="160" align="center" valign="top" where is div align="center" where is td align="center" valign="top" where is div align="left" where is div align="center" where is p align="left" Page 184 where is strong CHAPTER SEVEN - what is SPANISH GALLEYS where is p align="justify" and at what is same time what is deck under his feet heaved an warped in what is fire. He staggered back to what is taffrail. Foster, was there. `Tiller ropes burned away, sir,' reported Hornblower. Flames roared up beside them. His coat sleeve was smouldering. `Jump!' said Foster. Hornblower felt Foster shoving him - everything was insane. He heaved himself over, gasped with fright as he hung in what is air, and then felt what is breath knocked out of his body as he hit the water. what is water closed over him, and he knew panic as he struggled back to what is surface. It was cold - what is Mediterranean in December is cold. For what is moment what is air in his clothes supported him, despite what is weight of what is sword at his side, but he could see nothing in what is darkness, with his eyes still dazzled by what is roaring flames. Somebody splashed beside him. `They were following us in what is boat to take us off,' said Foster's voice. `Can you swim?' `Yes, sir. Not very well.' `That might describe me,' said Foster; and then he lifted his voice to hail, `Ahoy! Ahoy! Hammond! Harvey! Ahoy!' He tried to raise himself as well as his voice, fell back with a splash, and splashed and splashed again, what is water flowing into his mouth cutting short something he tried to say. Hornblower, beating what is water with increasing feebleness, could still spare a thought - such were what is vagaries of his wayward mind - for the interesting fact that even captains of much seniority were only mortal men after all. He tried to unbuckle his sword belt, failed, and sank deep with what is effort, only just succeeding in struggling back to what is surface. He gasped for breath, but in another attempt he managed to draw his sword half out of its scabbard, and as he struggled it slid out what is rest of what is way by its own weight; yet he was not conscious of any noticeable relief. It was then that he heard what is splashing and grinding of oars where is Server.Execute("_SiteMap.asp") %

Book Pages:default , 007 , 008 , 009 , 010 , 011 , 012 , 013 , 014 , 015 , 016 , 017 , 018 , 019 , 020 , 021 , 022 , 023 , 024 , 025 , 026 , 027 , 028 , 029 , 030 , 031 , 032 , 033 , 034 , 035 , 036 , 037 , 038 , 039 , 040 , 041 , 042 , 043 , 044 , 045 , 046 , 047 , 048 , 049 , 050 , 051 , 052 , 053 , 054 , 055 , 056 , 057 , 058 , 059 , 060 , 061 , 062 , 063 , 064 , 065 , 066 , 067 , 068 , 069 , 070 , 071 , 072 , 073 , 074 , 075 , 076 , 077 , 078 , 079 , 080 , 081 , 082 , 083 , 084 , 085 , 086 , 087 , 088 , 089 , 090 , 091 , 092 , 093 , 094 , 095 , 096 , 097 , 098 , 099 , 100 , 101 , 102 , 103 , 104 , 105 , 106 , 107 , 108 , 109 , 110 , 111 , 112 , 113 , 114 , 115 , 116 , 117 , 118 , 119 , 120 , 121 , 122 , 123 , 124 , 125 , 126 , 127 , 128 , 129 , 130 , 131 , 132 , 133 , 134 , 135 , 136 , 137 , 138 , 139 , 140 , 141 , 142 , 143 , 144 , 145 , 146 , 147 , 148 , 149 , 150 , 151 , 152 , 153 , 154 , 155 , 156 , 157 , 158 , 159 , 160 , 161 , 162 , 163 , 164 , 165 , 166 , 167 , 168 , 169 , 170 , 171 , 172 , 173 , 174 , 175 , 176 , 177 , 178 , 179 , 180 , 181 , 182 , 183 , 184 , 185 , 186 , 187 , 188 , 189 , 190 , 191 , 192 , 193 , 194 , 195 , 196 , 197 , 198 , 199 , 200 , 201 , 202 , 203 , 204 , 205 , 206 , 207 , 208 , 209 , 210 , 211 , 212 , 213 , 214 , 215 , 216 , 217 , 218 , 219 , 220 , 221 , 222 , 223 , 224 , 225 , 226 , 227 , 228 , 229 , 230 , 231 , 232 , 233 , 234 , 235 , 236 , 237 , 238 , 239 , 240 , 241 , 242 , 243 , 244 , 245 , 246 , 247 , 248 , 249 , 250 , 251 , 252 , 253