He made no complaint of pain, or of anything.  “Good-bye, old chap,” was all he said, with a smile.  “I’ve got my death.  And Death ain’t life.  Is it, Gill?”

Having helped to lay his poor body on one side, I went back to my post.  Sergeant Drooce looked at me, with his eyebrows a little lifted.  I nodded.  “Close up here men, and gentlemen all!” said the Sergeant.  “A place too many, in the line.”

The Pirates were so close upon us at this time, that the foremost of them were already before the gate.  More and more came up with a great noise, and shouting loudly.  When we believed from the sound that they were all there, we gave three English cheers.  The poor little children joined, and were so fully convinced of our being at play, that they enjoyed the noise, and were heard clapping their hands in the silence that followed.

Our disposition was this, beginning with the rear.  Mrs. Venning, holding her daughter’s child in her arms, sat on the steps of the little square trench surrounding the silver-house, encouraging and directing those women and children as she might have done in the happiest and easiest time of her life.  Then, there was an armed line, under Mr. Macey, across the width of the enclosure, facing that way and having their backs towards the gate, in order that they might watch the walls and prevent our being taken by surprise.  Then there was a space of eight or ten feet deep, in which the spare arms were, and in which Miss Maryon and Mrs. Fisher, their hands and dresses blackened with the spoilt gunpowder, worked on their knees, tying such things as knives, old bayonets, and spear-heads, to the muzzles of the useless muskets.  Then, there was a second armed line, under Sergeant Drooce, also across the width of the enclosure, but facing to the gate.  Then came the breastwork we had made, with a zigzag way through it for me and my little party to hold good in retreating, as long as we could, when we were driven from the gate.  We all knew that it was impossible to hold the place long, and that our only hope was in the timely discovery of the plot by the boats, and in their coming back.

I and my men were now thrown forward to the gate.  From a spy-hole, I could see the whole crowd of Pirates.  There were Malays among them, Dutch, Maltese, Greeks, Sambos, Negroes, and Convict Englishmen from the West India Islands; among the last, him with the one eye and the patch across the nose.  There were some Portuguese, too, and a few Spaniards.  The captain was a Portuguese; a little man with very large ear-rings under a very broad hat, and a great bright shawl twisted about his shoulders.  They were all strongly armed, but like a boarding party, with pikes, swords, cutlasses, and axes.  I noticed a good many pistols, but not a gun of any kind among them.  This gave me to understand that they had considered that a continued roll of musketry might perhaps have been heard on the mainland; also, that for the reason that fire would be seen from the mainland they would not set the Fort in flames and roast us alive; which was one of their favourite ways of carrying on.  I looked about for Christian George King, and if I had seen him I am much mistaken if he would not have received my one round of ball-cartridge in his head.  But, no Christian George King was visible.