The combat now was a grand sight indeed.
The night had turned to inky darkness.
Not a star was visible.
In the foreground was the mixed assemblage of fierce combatants.
Blue jackets of the sailors mixed with the white, skeleton forms which danced hither and thither like ghosts in the darkness.
All the background was brilliantly lighted up by the blazing tavern, and conflagration of numerous stables.
Wildfire Ned and Bob Bertram each took command of a party of sailors, and attacked Death-wing’s gang in every direction.
Death-wing mounted his coal black charger, and endeavoured to arouse his followers to greater efforts and more desperate acts of daring.
Ned and Bob Bertram followed the example.
Once on the back of Starlight, Ned felt more at home.