Like me, he had seen it all in a moment, and as one of
the gang laid a hand upon him, he dashed it off, cried
to me to help him, and the next moment there was a
sharp struggle going on — one which roused me to fight ;
for it was such a struggle as any man would engage in
for his liberty in those good old times, when a sailor
was not safe if he walked the streets of a seafaring
town.
*' Harry was a strong fellow, and fought hard ; one
man went heavily down, then three went down together.
Poor Harry was one of them, while a head struck the
stones a most awful blow, such as seemed enough to
kill any fellow ; but it was not Harry's, for the next
moment he was up, and before a soul could stop him,



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