Then the quivering entirely ceased, and the marine gave his bayonet a twist, and dragged it out of the wretch's chest, throwing himself back into position to strike again, should it be necessary.

But the last breath had passed the pirate's lips; and, while the sentry drew back to his place by one side of the door and stood ready, his comrade fell back to the other, and the corporal and the fourth man seized the pirate, and rapidly drew him forth through the doorway; we followed, the place was closed and fastened, and I stood panting, as if I had been running hard, and could not recover my breath.
The next moment I was clinging to Mr Reardon, trying to hold him up, but he misinterpreted my action, and seized and gave me a rough shake.
"Don't, boy," he cried in an angry, excited tone.

"Stand up; be a man." "Yes, yes," I gasped; "but quick, corporal! never mind--that wretch-- run--the doctor--fetch Mr Price." "Bah!" cried Mr Reardon roughly, and trying to hide his own agitation, "the man's dead." I stared at him in horror.
"He don't know!" I gasped.

"Mr Reardon--sit--lie--lay him down, my lads.

Don't you know you are badly hurt ?" "I! hurt ?" he cried.