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He sprang to his feet, drew and opened a sailor's clasp-knife, and balancing it open on the palm of his hand, threatened to pin the doctor to the wall.Then followed a battle of looks between them, but the captain soon knuckled under, put up his weapon, and resumed his seat, grumbling like a beaten dog.Soon after, Dr. Livesey's horse came to the door and he rode away, but the captain held his peace that evening, and for many evenings to come.I told him I did not know his mate Bill, and this was for a person who stayed in our house whom we called the captain.At last in strode the captain, slammed the door behind him, without looking to the right or left, and marched straight across the room to where his breakfast awaited him.Between us, with much trouble, we managed to hoist him upstairs, and laid him on his bed, where his head fell back on the pillow as if he were almost fainting.And with that he went off to see my father, taking me with him by the arm.ABOUT noon I stopped at the captain's door with some cooling drinks and medicines. He was lying very much as we had left him, only a little higher, and he seemed both weak and excited.When I brought it to him, he seized it greedily and drank it out.Before I could do much to help him he had fallen back again to his former place, where he lay for a while silent.And he gave it, as he spoke, a wrench that made me cry out.We both obeyed him to the letter, and I saw him pass something from the hollow of the hand that held his stick into the palm of the captain's, which closed upon it instantly.Even as he did so, he reeled, put his hand to his throat, stood swaying for a moment, and then, with a peculiar sound, fell from his whole height face foremost to the floor.These, in their turn, cursed back at the blind miscreant, threatened him in horrid terms, and tried in vain to catch the stick and wrest it from his grasp.Just then the noise of horses topped the rise, and four or five riders came in sight in the moonlight and swept at full gallop down the slope.I thanked him heartily for the offer, and we walked back to the hamlet where the horses were. By the time I had told mother of my purpose they were all in the saddle.As soon as I was mounted, holding on to Dogger's belt, the supervisor gave the word, and the party struck out at a bouncing trot on the road to Dr. Livesey's house.WE rode hard all the way till we drew up before Dr. Livesey's door. The house was all dark to the front.Mr. Dance told me to jump down and knock, and Dogger gave me a stirrup to descend by. The door was opened almost at once by the maid.No, she said, he had come home in the afternoon but had gone up to the hall to dine and pass the evening with the squire.The doctor looked it all over, as if his fingers were itching to open it; but instead of doing that, he put it quietly in the pocket of his coat.The bundle was sewn together, and the doctor had to get out his instrument case and cut the stitches with his medical scissors. It contained two things--a book and a sealed paper.There was little else in the volume but a few bearings of places noted in the blank leaves towards the end and a table for reducing French, English, and Spanish moneys to a common value.Tall tree, Spy-glass shoulder, bearing a point to the N. of N.N.E.The bar silver is in the north cache; you can find it by the trend of the east hummock, ten fathoms south of the black crag with the face on it.The arms are easy found, in the sand-hill, N. point of north inlet cape, bearing E. and a quarter N. J.F.That was all; but brief as it was, and to me incomprehensible, it filled the squire and Dr. Livesey with delight.Dear Livesey--As I do not know whether you are at the hall or still in London, I send this in double to both places.The ship is bought and fitted. She lies at anchor, ready for sea. You never imagined a sweeter schooner--a child might sail her--two hundred tons; name, HISPANIOLA.So far there was not a hitch. The workpeople, to be sure--riggers and what not--were most annoyingly slow; but time cured that. It was the crew that troubled me.Let young Hawkins go at once to see his mother, with Redruth for a guard; and then both come full speed to Bristol. John TrelawneyThe customers were mostly seafaring men, and they talked so loudly that I hung at the door, almost afraid to enter.I plucked up courage at once, crossed the threshold, and walked right up to the man where he stood, propped on his crutch, talking to a customer.One of the others who was nearest the door leaped up and started in pursuit.The man whom he called Morgan--an old, grey-haired, mahogany-faced sailor--came forward pretty sheepishly, rolling his quid.And then, all of a sudden, he stopped, and his jaw dropped as though he had remembered something.And falling on a bench, he laughed until the tears ran down his cheeks. I could not help joining, and we laughed together, peal after peal, until the tavern rang again.And he began to laugh again, and that so heartily, that though I did not see the joke as he did, I was again obliged to join him in his mirth.The two gentlemen regretted that Black Dog had got away, but we all agreed there was nothing to be done, and after he had been complimented, Long John took up his crutch and departed.This last was a sharp-looking man who seemed angry with everything on board and was soon to tell us why, for we had hardly got down into the cabin when a sailor followed us.The captain, who was close behind his messenger, entered at once and shut the door behind him.When we came on deck, the men had begun already to take out the arms and powder, yo-ho-ing at their work, while the captain and Mr. Arrow stood by superintending.We were all hard at work, changing the powder and the berths, when the last man or two, and Long John along with them, came off in a shore-boat.I assure you I was quite of the squire's way of thinking, and hated the captain deeply.He was a great confidant of Long John Silver, and so the mention of his name leads me on to speak of our ship's cook, Barbecue, as the men called him.The squire, at this, would turn away and march up and down the deck, chin in air.Terrified as I was, I could not help thinking to myself that this must have been how Mr. Arrow got the strong waters that destroyed him.And clapping me in the friendliest way upon the shoulder, he hobbled off forward and went below.The doctor changed countenance a little, but next moment he was master of himself.The cheer followed--that was a matter of course; but it rang out so full and hearty that I confess I could hardly believe these same men were plotting for our blood.On the top of that the three gentlemen went below, and not long after, word was sent forward that Jim Hawkins was wanted in the cabin.Of all the gloomy features of that gloomy afternoon, this obvious anxiety on the part of Long John appeared the worst.At last, however, the party was made up. Six fellows were to stay on board, and the remaining thirteen, including Silver, began to embark.But you may suppose I paid no heed; jumping, ducking, and breaking through, I ran straight before my nose till I could run no longer.I WAS so pleased at having given the slip to Long John that I began to enjoy myself and look around me with some interest on the strange land that I was in.This put me in a great fear, and I crawled under cover of the nearest live-oak and squatted there, hearkening, as silent as a mouse.And here a fresh alarm brought me to a standstill with a thumping heart.And at this there came suddenly a lowering shadow over his face, and he tightened his grasp upon my hand and raised a forefinger threateningly before my eyes.At this I had a happy inspiration. I began to believe that I had found an ally, and I answered him at once.He was still holding me by the wrist, and at that he give it quite a wring.For just then, although the sun had still an hour or two to run, all the echoes of the island awoke and bellowed to the thunder of a cannon.And I began to run towards the anchorage, my terrors all forgotten, while close at my side the marooned man in his goatskins trotted easily and lightly.So he kept talking as I ran, neither expecting nor receiving any answer.The cannon-shot was followed after a considerable interval by a volley of small arms.Another pause, and then, not a quarter of a mile in front of me, I beheld the Union Jack flutter in the air above a wood.Waiting was a strain, and it was decided that Hunter and I should go ashore with the jolly-boat in quest of information.I had not gone a hundred yards when I reached the stockade.By good fortune Hunter pulled a good oar. We made the water fly, and the boat was soon alongside and I aboard the schooner.I told my plan to the captain, and between us we settled on the details of its accomplishment.In the meantime, the squire and the captain stayed on deck, and the latter hailed the coxswain, who was the principal man aboard.And the head popped back again; and we heard no more, for the time, of these six very faint-hearted seamen.Redruth retreated from his place in the gallery and dropped into the boat, which we then brought round to the ship's counter, to be handier for Captain Smollett.And the next moment he and the captain had dropped aboard of us, and we had shoved off and given way.We were clear out of the ship, but not yet ashore in our stockade.The captain made us trim the boat, and we got her to lie a little more evenly. All the same, we were afraid to breathe.I tried and found by experiment that the tide kept sweeping us westward until I had laid her head due east, or just about right angles to the way we ought to go.Suddenly the captain spoke up again, and I thought his voice was a little changed.I could hear as well as see that brandy-faced rascal Israel Hands plumping down a round-shot on the deck.Trelawney was as cool as steel. He looked to the priming of his gun.The squire raised his gun, the rowing ceased, and we leaned over to the other side to keep the balance, and all was so nicely contrived that we did not ship a drop.With all this in our minds, we waded ashore as fast as we could, leaving behind us the poor jolly-boat and a good half of all our powder and provisions.I began to see we should have a brush for it in earnest and looked to my priming.After reloading, we walked down the outside of the palisade to see to the fallen enemy. He was stone dead--shot through the heart.The captain and Gray were already examining him, and I saw with half an eye that all was over.The squire dropped down beside him on his knees and kissed his hand, crying like a child.Just then, with a roar and a whistle, a round-shot passed high above the roof of the log-house and plumped far beyond us in the wood.At the second trial, the aim was better, and the ball descended inside the stockade, scattering a cloud of sand but doing no further damage.And at the same time, I was wondering over poor Jim Hawkins' fate.And I ran to the door in time to see Jim Hawkins, safe and sound, come climbing over the stockade.AS soon as Ben Gunn saw the colours he came to a halt, stopped me by the arm, and sat down.And he pinched me the third time with the same air of cleverness.Then I skirted among the woods until I had regained the rear, or shoreward side, of the stockade, and was soon warmly welcomed by the faithful party.Little had been left besides the framework of the house, but in one corner there was a stone slab laid down by way of hearth and an old rusty iron basket to contain the fire.Another time he came and was silent for a while. Then he put his head on one side, and looked at me.I was dead tired, as you may fancy; and when I got to sleep, which was not till after a great deal of tossing, I slept like a log of wood.The rest had long been up and had already breakfasted and increased the pile of firewood by about half as much again when I was wakened by a bustle and the sound of voices.And at that, up I jumped, and rubbing my eyes, ran to a loophole in the wall.SURE enough, there were two men just outside the stockade, one of them waving a white cloth, the other, no less a person than Silver himself, standing placidly by.And the captain looked at him calmly and proceeded to fill a pipe.This little whiff of temper seemed to cool Silver down. He had been growing nettled before, but now he pulled himself together.Captain Smollett rose from his seat and knocked out the ashes of his pipe in the palm of his left hand.Silver's face was a picture; his eyes started in his head with wrath. He shook the fire out of his pipe.The captain looked on for a while in silence. Then he spoke.Then he went the rounds and saw, as he said, that all was clear.The iron fire-basket was carried bodily out by Mr. Trelawney, and the embers smothered among sand.And while this was going on, the captain completed, in his own mind, the plan of the defence.And just at that moment came the first news of the attack.The head of Job Anderson, the boatswain, appeared at the middle loophole.Our position was utterly reversed. A moment since we were firing, under cover, at an exposed enemy; now it was we who lay uncovered and could not return a blow.The log-house was full of smoke, to which we owed our comparative safety. Cries and confusion, the flashes and reports of pistol-shots, and one loud groan rang in my ears.The doctor and Gray and I ran full speed for shelter. The survivors would soon be back where they had left their muskets, and at any moment the fire might recommence.My own accidental cut across the knuckles was a flea-bite. Doctor Livesey patched it up with plaster and pulled my ears for me into the bargain.The next thing I laid hold of was a brace of pistols, and as I already had a powder-horn and bullets, I felt myself well supplied with arms.This was my second folly, far worse than the first, as I left but two sound men to guard the house; but like the first, it was a help towards saving all of us.Soon after, the jolly-boat shoved off and pulled for shore, and the man with the red cap and his comrade went below by the cabin companion.At last the breeze came; the schooner sidled and drew nearer in the dark; I felt the hawser slacken once more, and with a good, tough effort, cut the last fibres through.There was a great, smooth swell upon the sea. The wind blowing steady and gentle from the south, there was no contrariety between that and the current, and the billows rose and fell unbroken.For the last little while I had even lost, but now redoubling my efforts, I began once more to overhaul the chase.I was not a hundred yards from her when the wind came again in a clap; she filled on the port tack and was off again, stooping and skimming like a swallow.This had nearly tossed me off into the sea; and now I lost no time, crawled back along the bowsprit, and tumbled head foremost on the deck.At the same time, I observed, around both of them, splashes of dark blood upon the planks and began to feel sure that they had killed each other in their drunken wrath.It occurred to me there was no time to lose, and dodging the boom as it once more lurched across the deck, I slipped aft and down the companion stairs into the cabin.He must have drunk a gill before he took the bottle from his mouth.I had sat down already in my own corner and begun to eat.And again dodging the boom, I ran to the colour lines, handed down their cursed black flag, and chucked it overboard.He watched me keenly and slyly, his chin all the while on his breast.For the life of me I could not think what it might be.I stole round by the eastern end, keeping close in shadow, and at a convenient place, where the darkness was thickest, crossed the palisade.With my arms before me I walked steadily in. I should lie down in my own place (I thought with a silent chuckle) and enjoy their faces when they found me in the morning.My foot struck something yielding--it was a sleeper's leg; and he turned and groaned, but without awaking.I turned to run, struck violently against one person, recoiled, and ran full into the arms of a second, who for his part closed upon and held me tight.And one of the men left the log-house and presently returned with a lighted brand.And thereupon he sat down across the brandy cask and began to fill a pipe.Silver took a whiff or two of his pipe with great composure and then ran on again.And he sprang up, drawing his knife as if he had been twenty.I was bewildered; it seemed a thing so hopeless he was asking--he, the old buccaneer, the ringleader throughout.He hobbled to the torch, where it stood propped among the firewood, and took a fresh light to his pipe.My face expressed a wonder so unaffected that he saw the needlessness of further questions.And he took another swallow of the brandy, shaking his great fair head like a man who looks forward to the worst.Thus encouraged, the buccaneer stepped forth more briskly, and having passed something to Silver, from hand to hand, slipped yet more smartly back again to his companions.Silver paused, and I could see by the faces of George and his late comrades that these words had not been said in vain.So he pattered on, standing on the hilltop with his crutch under his elbow and one hand upon the side of the log-house--quite the old John in voice, manner, and expression.The doctor stopped outright, although he did not speak, and it was some seconds before he seemed able to move on.The rogues looked at each other but swallowed the home-thrust in silence.And then he bade them get the fire lit, and stalked out upon his crutch, with his hand on my shoulder, leaving them in a disarray, and silenced by his volubility rather than convinced.Very deliberately, then, did we advance across the sand to where the doctor awaited us on the other side of the stockade, and as soon as we were within easy speaking distance Silver stopped.Rapidly I described to him my adventures, and he heard me out in silence.And Dr. Livesey shook hands with me through the stockade, nodded to Silver, and set off at a brisk pace into the wood.Thus he kept running on, with his mouth full of the hot bacon; thus he restored their hope and confidence, and, I more than suspect, repaired his own at the same time.Tall tree, Spy-glass shoulder, bearing a point to the N. of N.N.E. Skeleton Island E.S.E. and by E. Ten feet.It was done. The body pointed straight in the direction of the island, and the compass read duly E.S.E. and by E.PARTLY from the damping influence of this alarm, partly to rest Silver and the sick folk, the whole party sat down as soon as they had gained the brow of the ascent.I never have seen men more dreadfully affected than the pirates. The colour went from their six faces like enchantment; some leaped to their feet, some clawed hold of others; Morgan grovelled on the ground.The buccaneers remained rooted to the ground, their eyes starting from their heads. Long after the voice had died away they still stared in silence, dreadfully, before them.Dick had his Bible out and was praying volubly. He had been well brought up, had Dick, before he came to sea and fell among bad companions.Still Silver was unconquered. I could hear his teeth rattle in his head, but he had not yet surrendered.But there was no sign of reawakening courage in his followers, rather, indeed, of growing terror at the irreverence of his words.This argument seemed weak enough to me. But you can never tell what will affect the superstitious, and to my wonder, George Merry was greatly relieved.Dick alone still held his Bible, and looked around him as he went, with fearful glances; but he found no sympathy, and Silver even joked him on his precautions.All was clear to probation. The CACHE had been found and rifled; the seven hundred thousand pounds were gone!At the same moment, the doctor, Gray, and Ben Gunn joined us, with smoking muskets, from among the nutmeg-trees.And we set off at a great pace, sometimes plunging through the bushes to the chest.I think we were all pleased to be so cheaply quit of him.With one man of her crew alive, What put to sea with seventy-five. !" 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