The dinghy drifted away.
Here and there a head bobbed up in the water, and there was a flash of steel followed by a cry or a whoop.

In the confusion some struck at their own side.

The corkscrew of Smee got Tootles in the fourth rib, but he was himself pinked [nicked] in turn by Curly.

Farther from the rock Starkey was pressing Slightly and the twins hard.
Where all this time was Peter?
He was seeking bigger game.
The others were all brave boys, and they must not be blamed for backing from the pirate captain.

His iron claw made a circle of dead water round him, from which they fled like affrighted fishes.
But there was one who did not fear him: there was one prepared to enter that circle.
Strangely, it was not in the water that they met.