The wind was blowing freshly, and was rapidly increasing in strength, so that, in spite of the efforts of the galley slaves, the pirates gradually drew away, running straight before the wind, and aiding the effects of the sails with oars.

Seeing the hopelessness of the chase, Piccolomini abandoned it, after rowing for two miles, and returned to the island.

The other two galleys were lying beside each other, and Piccolomini had his craft steered alongside them.
"Thanks, Piccolomini, for arriving so opportunely," Santoval, who was seated on the deck leaning against the bulwarks, said, as his fellow commander leapt on board, and came towards him.
"Would that I had arrived sooner, Santoval, for I see that you have been grievously wounded!" "Ay.

One of the paynims' cannonballs has carried off both my legs below the knee.

The leech has been searing the wounds with a hot iron, and says that he thinks I shall get over it; but if so I fear that my fighting days are past, unless, indeed, I fight seated on a chair.
However, I ought not to grumble.