Of the boat party, smaller in the first place though well armed,
the loss had been slightly less. Two men had been killed outright
and three others badly wounded, of these one, probably, fatally
hurt. To all of these Jamieson ministered as best he might. The
deck was wet with blood. Silent and saddened spectators, the
attacking party stood ranged along the rail on the side next to the
shore. On the opposite side were the sullen defenders.
Carlisle, the leader of the boat party, stood silent, with lips
tightly compressed, not far from where Dunwody leaned against the
rail. He made no comment on the scene and was apparently not
unused to such spectacles. Occasionally he bent over, the better
to observe the results of the surgeon's work, but he ventured no
comment and indulged in no recriminations. His slight but erect
figure was military now in its formality. His face was not
handsome, but the straight eyes showed fearless. The brow was
strong, the nose straight and firm.
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