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In the morning, as soon as the knights had all taken a plunge in the sea, the
               oars were got out, and the galley proceeded on her way. Passing through

               the islands and skirting the southern shore of Greece, she continued her
               course west. Malta was sighted, but they did not put in there. Pantellaria

               was passed, and in a fortnight after leaving Rhodes, Cape Bon, at the
               entrance to the bay of Tunis, was sighted. Until Greece was left behind
               them, the nights had generally been spent in small ports, where supplies of

               fresh meat, fish, and fruit, were obtainable. So far no incident had marked
               the voyage. The weather had continued fine, and they had heard nothing,

               from ships they had fallen in with, of any Moslem pirates having been seen.
               A few hours, however, after sighting the coast of Africa, a dark object was
                seen ahead.



                "It is a ship of some sort," Ralph said; "but her masts have gone. It may be

               that she is a merchantman that has been captured and sacked by the
               Moorish pirates."



               Orders were given to the rowers to quicken their pace, and in little over an
               hour they were alongside the hull. As soon as the vessels were close

               enough for those on the poop of the galley to look down on to the deck of
               the other craft, it was seen that Ralph's suppositions were correct. Two
               bodies lay stretched upon it. One was crushed under the fallen mast; the

               other lay huddled up in a heap, a cannon ball having almost torn him
               asunder. The knights leapt on to the deck as soon as the galley ran

               alongside. Gervaise made first for the man lying beneath the mast; as he
               came up to him, the sailor opened his eyes and murmured, "Water!"
               Gervaise called out to one of the servants to bring water from the galley,

               and, as soon as it came, poured some between the man's lips, and the
               knights by their united efforts lifted the mast from across his body. It was

               evident, however, that he had but a short time to live, and the dew of death
               was on his face. After a few minutes he rallied a little, and looked
               gratefully at his rescuers.



                "You have been attacked by pirates," Gervaise said. "Was there one galley,

               or two?"
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