A storm of iron swept away the front line of Moors, and the shout of "St.John!" "St.John!" rose above the din.

It was one of the bow guns of the prize, and as she swept along gun after gun poured its contents among the pirates.
"Do you clear the galley, Ralph.

We can manage here now," Gervaise said, as Ralph leapt on board.

The latter, followed by his party of knights, rushed across the poop, and sprang on to the galley among the pirates, who had been striving in vain to break through the line of defenders.
Gervaise called to his party to follow him, and, taking the offensive, fell upon the remnant of the corsairs who still held the forward end of the poop.
The discharge of the cannon at such close quarters had wrought terrible havoc among them, and the pirates, with but slight resistance, turned, and either ran down the ladder or leapt into the water.

The knights followed them forward among the benches of the rowers, who cheered loudly in many tongues as they passed them.