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| 22 | 75 | Some hundreds of our men, in View more quotes about lines">lines, were being forced back, away from the high beach, and the defile, toward the water. |
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| 22 | 72 | "Stroke!" called Cabot, "stroke!" The fellow who had haplessly wept was now beside me at the oar, steady, and strong. |
| 22 | 73 | As we made our way through the small boats, most moving toward the ship, we began to hear the cries on the beach, the clash of metal. |
| 22 | 74 | It was now clear that quarterless war, red with blood, reigned upon the beach. |
| 22 | 75 | Some hundreds of our men, in lines, were being forced back, away from the high beach, and the defile, toward the water. |
| 22 | 76 | Glaives prodded them and struck at them. |
| 22 | 77 | Swords flashed in the torches. |
| 22 | 78 | Many, we had later learned, had perished in the defile, from concealed arrow fire, but arrows, now, save at short range, a yard or two, given the proximity of the combatants and the confusion, could scarcely find congenial targets. |