They won't reckon on our being with them." Drawing their swords, the three knights rushed out, followed by the slaves.

They had but a hundred yards to run.

The pirates, on seeing them, raised a yell and drew their scimitars; but the sight of the knights rushing upon them, when they had expected but a few unarmed rowers, was too much for their courage, and when their assailants were still fifty yards away they turned and fled.

The fishing craft had been run ashore but a few yards from their boat.
"Get her afloat, Harcourt, and bring her to the stern of the fisherman.
Now, Tresham, follow me." Sir John Boswell climbed up on to the fishing boat, which was a craft of some fifteen tons burden.

She was entirely deserted, but the sail still hung from the yard, and a fire was burning on a stone hearth, raised on some logs of wood in the centre of the deck.
"Look for something to stave in a plank, Tresham." Gervaise leapt down into the hold.