We must retreat now.

Two, four, six, eight-nine of them now; and I don't think those fellows who are down are much hurt.

Come along." For Captain Purlrose was now descending the slope, and his men were approaching menacingly, spurred on by a shower of oaths, threats, and abuse from their leader.
"Well, I suppose we must; but my blood's up now," said Mark, "and I hate running from such a set of curs." "So do I," said Ralph; "it's like being beaten, when we won.

I say, were you hurt ?" "Only where you jobbed that sword of yours into my leg.

Phew! it's getting stiffer every moment.