Before he had gone a hundred yards he found himself confronted by a dozen or more of the slavers, some of whom had knives in their hands.
"Stop, coward, stop and fight," they yelled in Portuguese and Arabic, waving their weapons in his face.
"Certainly," answered Leonard, wheeling round and glancing about him.
There, not thirty yards away, was the drawbridge of the slave camp, and he thought that he saw it tremble, as if it was about to fall.

At his side were Otter and Juanna, and towards him, his hideous face red with blood, rushed the great Portugee, sabre aloft, and screaming imprecations.
"Otter," Leonard said quickly, as he drew his sword, "guard my back, for when I have killed this one the rest will spring.

For you, young lady, reach the bridge if you can.

Soa and your people are there." Now Xavier was upon him with a rush.

He struck furiously, and Leonard avoided the blow, springing backwards out of his reach.