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time, however, no forward movement could be made, so furious were the
               attacks upon them, led by the pirate chief. Several times breaches were

               made in the front rank, but the knights behind each time bore back the
               assault, and restored the line. The knights had won their way half along the

               poop when a yell of exultation rose from the corsairs as the third of their
               vessels rowed up on the other side of the galley, and her crew sprang on
               board it. Gervaise called the knights of the second line from their places,

               and ranged them along the bulwark, to prevent the Moors from boarding
               from the poop of the galley.



               Then for a moment he looked round. The prize was creeping up, and was a
               length or two away, coming up alongside. Its approach was also noticed by

               the pirates, who, with wild shouts, flung themselves upon their opponents.
               Gervaise sprang forward to take the place of a young Italian knight, who

                staggered back, with his helmet cleft by a heavy blow from the keen
               yataghan of the pirate captain. The corsair, shouting his war cry of "Allah!"
                sprang with the bound of a wild cat upon Gervaise; his weapon descended

               on his uplifted guard, and shore right through the stout blade. With a shout
               of triumph, the corsair raised his arm to repeat the blow; but Gervaise in

               turn sprang forward, and struck with all his force with the pommel of his
                sword on the forehead of his opponent. The latter fell as if shot, his weapon
               dropping from his hand beside him.



               Dismayed at the fall of their leader, his followers recoiled for a moment.

               Another tall pirate sprang forward to take his place, and, shouting to them
               to follow, was about to throw himself upon Gervaise, when a gun crashed
               out close alongside. 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
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