Hal laughed with pleasure as he picked out on the beach four huge greyshapes. Get those rogues on their feed he bellowed suddenly. They delighted in the heavy-shafted pikes withtheir deadly iron heads. From thefoot of the next range a single thin plume of smoke rose out of theforest and climbed up into the violet evening air.
With this response Hal acknowledged the maritime roots ofthe Order. Under Ned Tyler's instruction they shaped them with thecutlasses, although Hal hated to see the fine steel edges dulled andchipped. Every burgher in the colony must be there. Then, as she entered the channel between the heads andlooked to have sailed clear away, the batteries hidden in the cliffsopened up on her.
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