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| 6 | 9 | "Steady! Hold!" Many of our benches were View more quotes about empty">empty. |
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| 6 | 6 | Our own ram, as she passed, gouged a furrow, the length of a spear, the wet wood squeaking, in her flank. |
| 6 | 7 | A man screamed on the stern of the Portia, to starboard, not more than forty yards away, and tumbling, reeling, like a torch, his clothing soaked with flaming pitch, fell into the water. |
| 6 | 8 | "Back oars!" called the oar master. |
| 6 | 9 | "Steady! Hold!" Many of our benches were empty. |
| 6 | 10 | Blood was on the thwarts. |
| 6 | 11 | A set of javelins, five of them, from a springal, struck from their guides by a forward-springing plank, raked the interior wall of the starboard rowing frame. |
| 6 | 12 | There was a grinding astern and a dozen men from one of the Voskjard's pressing ships, close in the crowded waters, leapt aboard. |