I looked back over my shoulder, and saw Mr.Shuan in the doorway, crossing blades with Alan.
"That's him that killed the boy!" I cried.
"Look to your window!" said Alan; and as I turned back to my place, I saw him pass his sword through the mate's body.
It was none too soon for me to look to my own part; for my head was scarce back at the window, before five men, carrying a spare yard for a battering-ram, ran past me and took post to drive the door in.

I had never fired with a pistol in my life, and not often with a gun; far less against a fellow-creature.

But it was now or never; and just as they swang the yard, I cried out: "Take that!" and shot into their midst.
I must have hit one of them, for he sang out and gave back a step, and the rest stopped as if a little disconcerted.

Before they had time to recover, I sent another ball over their heads; and at my third shot (which went as wide as the second) the whole party threw down the yard and ran for it.
Then I looked round again into the deck-house.

The whole place was full of the smoke of my own firing, just as my ears seemed to be burst with the noise of the shots.