There was no pain.
Then he began to feel himself all over, and found another gash in the left leg, below the knee.

He searched no more, feeling that it was useless, as he was bound to die in a little while.

The men before him and behind him were dead.

Of eighteen men on the three benches he--who had been blown the full length of the coursier--was the only one left; and all owing to the explosion of one cannon only.
But such was the manner of grape-shot: after the cartouche of powder, a long tin box of musket-balls rammed in; and as the box breaks, destruction right and left.
As he sat, waiting listlessly for death, the sense of pain came suddenly upon Tristram; and then he swooned away.
_VI--The Frigate._ As soon as the galleys saw M.de la Pailletine's signal and turned reluctantly back from their chase, the capture of the _Merry Maid_ became but a question of time.

_La Merveille_ was the first to come up, and, striking fairly at her stern, riddled her windows with a gust of artillery and prepared to board: a feat that was thrice prevented by Captain Runacles and a couple of dozen marines, English and Dutch.