The flames flashed up, and a wild yell of rage and alarm broke from the pirates, who were now rushing down towards the beach.
"Now to the boat, Tresham; we have no time to lose if we would avoid being pounded with stones." They dropped over the stern into the boat.

The galley slaves dipped their oars into the water, and she shot away just as the foremost of the pirates reached the edge of the water.

A few stones were thrown; but the pirates were so anxious about the craft, by which alone they could escape from the island, that the majority at once climbed on board.
At a word from the knight, the slaves stopped rowing a hundred yards from the shore.

The sail was already consumed, and the yard and the upper part of the mast were in flames.

A dense smoke was rising from the hold, and the pirates were throwing buckets of water down into it.