Recovering from the shock of horror and surprise, Sam Shipton ran swiftly down to the spot where the raft lay, followed by his companions.
"There may be some left alive!" he cried. "Quick—shove her off. Yonder 's a pole, Robin, fetch it."
Another minute and they were afloat. Pushing with the pole, sculling with the rude oar, and paddling with a plank torn off, they made for the scene of the explosion.
"I see something moving," said Stumps, who, having no implement to work with, stood up in front and directed their course.
Soon they were in the midst of the débris. It was an awful sight, for there, mingled with riven spars and planks and cabin furniture, and entangled in ravelled cordage, lay the torn lifeless remains of the pirates. Sharks were already swimming about in anticipation of a feast.
"Did you not see symptoms of life somewhere?" asked Sam, as he stood beside Stumps, and looked earnestly round.
"Yes, I did, but I don't now—O yes! there it is again. Give way, Slagg, give way. There!"
The raft was soon alongside of the moving object. It was the body of the gallant sailor who had fought so well that day. His limbs were still fast bound, excepting one arm, with which now and
