"There is a house there, standing in that little grove a hundred
yards away," Percy said.
"It looks like a temple," Fothergill replied. "However, we will
have a look at it." And calling two sailors to accompany him, he
started at a run towards it, Percy keeping by his side.
"It is a temple," Fothergill said when they approached it. "Still,
we will have a look at it, but we won't burn it; it will be as well
to respect the religion, even of a set of piratical scoundrels like
these."
At the head of his men he rushed in at the entrance. There was
a blaze of fire as half a dozen muskets were discharged in their
faces. One of the sailors dropped dead, and before the others had
time to realize what had happened they were beaten to the ground
by a storm of blows from swords and other weapons.
A heavy blow crashed down on Percy's head, and he fell insensible
even before he realized what had occurred.
When he recovered, his first sensation was that of a vague wonder
as to what had happened to him. He seemed to be in darkness and
unable to move hand or foot. He was compressed in some way that he
could not at first understand, and was being bumped and jolted in
an extraordinary manner. It was some little time before he could
understand the situation.
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