Asforourhero，methinksforthemomentheforgotallabouteverythingelsethanastowhetherornohiscaptain’smaneuverwouldsucceed，forintheveryfirstmomenthedivined，asbysomeinstinct，whatCaptainMorganpurposeddoing。
Atthismoment，soparticularintheexecutionofthisnicedesign，abulletsuddenlystruckdownthemanatthewheel。
Hearingthesharpoutcry，ourHarryturnedtoseehimfallforward，andthentohishandsandkneesuponthedeck，thebloodrunninginablackpoolbeneathhim，whilethewheel，escapingfromhishands，spunoveruntilthespokeswereallofamist。
Inamomenttheshipwouldhavefallenoffbeforethewindhadnotourhero，leapingtothewheelevenasCaptainMorganshoutedanorderforsomeonetodoso，seizedtheflyingspokes，whirlingthembackagain，andsobringingthebowofthegalleonuptoitsformercourse。
Inthefirstmomentofthisefforthehadreckonedofnothingbutofcarryingouthiscaptain’sdesigns。Heneitherthoughtofcannonballsnorofbullets。Butnowthathistaskwasaccomplished，hecamesuddenlybacktohimselftofindthegalleriesofthegalleyaflamewithmusketshots，andtobecomeawarewithamosthorriblesinkingofthespiritsthatalltheshotstherefromwereintendedforhim。Hecasthiseyesabouthimwithdespair，butnoonecametoeasehimofhistask，which，havingundertaken，hehadtoomuchspirittoresignfromcarryingthroughtotheend，thoughhewaswellawarethattheverynextinstantmightmeanhissuddenandviolentdeath。Hisearshummedandrang，andhisbrainswamaslightasafeather。Iknownotwhetherhebreathed，butheshuthiseyestightasthoughthatmightsavehimfromthebulletsthatwererainingabouthim。