The men of either knew hardly which to do; strive to destroy the enemy, or save themselves.

In the midst of this, one hundred human beings, hitherto invisible strangers, were suddenly added to the rest.

Five score English prisoners, till now confined in the Richard's hold, liberated in his consternation by the master at arms, burst up the hatchways.

One of them, the captain of a letter of marque, captured by Paul, off the Scottish coast, crawled through a port, as a burglar through a window, from the one ship to the other, and reported affairs to the English captain.
While Paul and his lieutenants were confronting these prisoners, the gunner, running up from below, and not perceiving his official superiors, and deeming them dead, believing himself now left sole surviving officer, ran to the tower of Pisa to haul down the colors.

But they were already shot down and trailing in the water astern, like a sailor's towing shirt.