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I supposed the punt could not carry many men, perhaps eight or ten, if dangerously crowded. - (Raiders of Gor, Chapter 8, Sentence #251)

Those that had lived had doubtless fled in the punt. In the darkness, presumably, they had seized upon it and, either amidst the shouting and the blind fighting, or perhaps afterwards, in a terrifying quiet, the prelude perhaps to yet another putative attack, had climbed over the side and, poling away desperately, had made their escape. It was also possible that they had eventually realized that boarders were not among them or, if they had been, were no longer, but they did not wish to remain trapped in the marsh, to fall victim to thirst, or the string-flung arrows of the yellow bow. I supposed the punt could not carry many men, perhaps eight or ten, if dangerously crowded. I was not much concerned with how those of Port Kar had determined who would be passenger on that fugitive vessel. I expected that some of those dead on the barges had been, by their own kind, denied such a place. We now stood on the foredeck of the first barge. - (Raiders of Gor)