Slowly her face turned pale as candle tallow. Withina few paces, Hal stumbled and hopped as his injured leg gave way underhim. Two helmsmen,lashed to the whipstall, battled to keep her pointing with the gale,but each wave that came aboard burst over their heads. What else? What limit on each coup? Schreuder wanted to know.
Itcarried high its long tail, crested like a gigantic cockscomb, but asit reached the river it lowered itself and slid back beneath thesurface. Hot andthick as carpenter's glue, it struck Hal in the mouth and splatteredacross his chin. Wind has played us falsethese last fifty leagues. He caught up Hal's blade and with all the power of his wristforced him into the prolonged engagement, the ploy with which he hadkilled Vincent Winterton and a dozen others before him.
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