Our master's mate shot at him, and struck him on the breast, and killed him. Whereupon all the rest fled away, some in their canoes, and so leaped out of them into the water.
We manned our boat, and got our things again.
Then one of them
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that swam got hold of our boat, thinking to overthrow it. But our cook took a sword, and cut off one of his hands, and he was drowned.
By this time the ebb was come, and we weighed and got down two leagues.
By that time it was dark.
So we anchored in four fathoms water, and rode well . . . .