“Not more, captain, and twenty men at the outside; there is besides a very convenient shore for careening the ship.”
“Then steer for those islands; we ought to be about twenty-five leagues distant.”
“Thirty leagues, captain.”
“That is a great deal for the damage we have sustained, but it is, however, our surest place to put in. We will be there in a day if the wind is favourable.”
The galley of Trimalcyon, as well as the chebec, followed the manoeuvres of the Red Galleon, and the three vessels crowded sail toward the island of St Honorât, situated on the coast of Provence, a short distance from Cannes.
These orders given, Pog estimated the losses sustained by his crew; they were quite numerous. Sixteen soldiers had been killed in La Ciotat, and there were a great many wounded men on board.
Besides, the culverin of Maison-Forte had, as we have seen, killed four of the galley-slaves.
They unchained the bodies and threw them into the sea, and replaced them with five soldiers.
The wounded were more or less cared for by a Moor, who performed the functions of surgeon.
Pog had two wounds; one in the head, the other in the arm.