They stumbled and tripped over each other, giving Dakkar a chance to dive to one side. ‘Georgia, run!’ he yelled as he bolted for the door. The barmaid pulled a musket from beneath the bar. A huge bang shook the room, deafening Dakkar and sending the barmaid backward into her bottles and barrels. Plaster dust crumbled from the ceiling. Georgia hurried after Dakkar out into the street, mingling with the crowd. A few curious glances were cast their way but then people pulled down their hats and moved on, not wanting to get involved. ‘What happened to him?’ Georgia gasped. ‘I don’t know,’ Dakkar replied. ‘It was some kind of dart. It came from the window but I couldn’t see who fired it.’ ‘Do you really think he’s dead?’ Georgia panted. ‘He didn’t look very lively,’ Dakkar said, dodging past a drunken old man with a crushed tricorne hat. Dakkar kept glancing over his shoulder. Someone had been spying on them, following them. He didn’t want to lead them back to the Liberty.
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