They could scarcely make their way out, and were bespattered by the snakes which darted at them on every side.
Only five of Thorkill's company embarked with their captain: the poison killed the rest.

The demons hung furiously over them, and cast their poisonous slaver from every side upon the men below them.

But the sailors sheltered themselves with their hides, and cast back the venom that fell upon them.

One man by chance at this point wished to peep out; the poison touched his head, which was taken off his neck as if it had been severed with a sword.

Another put his eyes out of their shelter, and when he brought them back under it they were blinded.