He heard the panting of the donkey-engine, then the slithering of the anchor chains. Tight. She saw, twenty yards down the platform, the shiny hat and broad back and inimitable swagger of Ramage. Against the walls hung an assortment of staves, brown-bills, (weapons then borne by the watch,) muskets, handcuffs, great-coats, and lanterns. Spurlock understood that his vantage would be temporary; the Wastrel had been knocked down, not out.
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