The Project Gutenberg eBook of Treasure Island This ebook is for the use of anyone anywhere in the United States and most other parts of the world at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or reuse it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this ebook or online at www.gutenberg.org. If you are not located in the United States, you will have to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this eBook. Title Treasure Island Author Robert Louis Stevenson Illustrator Louis Rhead Release date February 26, 2006 [eBook 120] Most recently updated March 21, 2024 Language English  START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK TREASURE ISLAND  TREASURE ISLAND by Robert Louis Stevenson Illustrated by Louis Rhead 0017m TREASURE ISLAND PART ONEThe Old Buccaneer I. The Old Seadog at the Admiral Benbow II. Black Dog Appears and Disappears III. The Black Spot IV. The Seachest V. The Last of the Blind Man VI. The Captains Papers PART TWOThe Seacook VII. I Go to Bristol VIII. At the Sign of the Spyglass IX. Powder and Arms X. The Voyage XI. What I Heard in the AppleBarrel XII. Council of War PART THREEMy Shore Adventure XIII. How I Began My Shore Adventure XIV. The First Blow XV. The Man of the Island PART FOURThe Stockade XVI. Narrative Continued by the Doctor How the Ship Was Abandoned XVII. Narrative Continued by the Doctor The Jollyboats Last Trip XVIII. Narrative Continued by the Doctor End of the First Days Fighting XIX. Narrative Resumed by Jim Hawkins The Garrison in the Stockade XX. Silvers Embassy XXI. The Attack PART FIVEMy Sea Adventure XXII. How I Began My Sea Adventure XXIII. The Ebbtide Runs XXIV. The Cruise of the Coracle XXV. I Strike the Jolly Roger XXVI. Israel Hands XXVII. Pieces of Eight PART SIXCaptain Silver XXVIII. In the Enemys Camp XXIX. The Black Spot Again XXX. On Parole XXXI. The TreasurehuntFlints Pointer XXXII. The TreasurehuntThe Voice Among the Trees XXXIII. The Fall of a Chieftain XXXIV. And Last 0021m 0022m TREASURE ISLAND To S.L.O., an American gentleman in accordance with whose classic taste the following narrative has been designed, it is now, in return for numerous delightful hours, and with the kindest wishes, dedicated by his affectionate friend, the author. TO THE HESITATING PURCHASER If sailor tales to sailor tunes, Storm and adventure, heat and cold, If schooners, islands, and maroons, And buccaneers, and buried gold, And all the old romance, retold Exactly in the ancient way, Can please, as me they pleased of old, The wiser youngsters of today So be it, and fall on! If not, If studious youth no longer crave, His ancient appetites forgot, Kingston, or Ballantyne the brave, Or Cooper of the wood and wave So be it, also! And may I And all my pirates share the grave Where these and their creations lie! 0028m TREASURE ISLAND PART ONEThe Old Buccaneer 0029m I The Old Seadog at the Admiral Benbow 9029m quire Trelawney, Dr. Livesey, and the rest of these gentlemen having asked me to write down the whole particulars about Treasure Island, from the beginning to the end, keeping nothing back but the bearings of the island, and that only because there is still treasure not yet lifted, I take up my pen in the year of grace 17, and go back to the time when my father kept the Admiral Benbow inn and the brown old seaman with the sabre cut first took up his lodging under our roof. I remember him as if it were yesterday, as he came plodding to the inn door, his seachest following behind him in a handbarrowa tall, strong, heavy, nutbrown man, his tarry pigtail falling over the shoulder of his soiled blue coat, his hands ragged and scarred, with black, broken nails, and the sabre cut across one cheek, a dirty, livid white. I remember him looking round the cove and whistling to himself as he did so, and then breaking out in that old seasong that he sang so often afterwards Fifteen men on the dead mans chest Yohoho, and a bottle of rum! in the high, old tottering voice that seemed to have been tuned and broken at the capstan bars. Then he rapped on the door with a bit of stick like a handspike that he carried, and when my father appeared, called roughly for a glass of rum. This, when it was brought to him, he drank slowly, like a connoisseur, lingering on the taste and still looking about him at the cliffs and up at our signboard. This is a handy cove, says he at length; and a pleasant sittyated grogshop. Much company, mate? My father told him no, very little company, the more was the pity. Well, then, said he, this is the berth for me. Here you, matey, he cried to the man who trundled the barrow; bring up alongside and help up my chest. Ill stay here a bit, he continued. Im a plain man; rum and bacon and eggs is what I want, and that head up there for to watch ships off. What you mought call me? You mought call me captain. Oh, I see what youre atthere; and he threw down three or four gold pieces on the threshold. You can tell me when Ive worked through that, says he, looking as fierce as a commander. And indeed bad as his clothes were and coarsely as he spoke, he had none of the appearance of a man who sailed before the mast, but seemed like a mate or skipper accustomed to be obeyed or to strike. The man who came with the barrow told us the mail had set him down the morning before at the Royal George, that he had inquired what inns there were along the coast, and hearing ours well spoken of, I suppose, and described as lonely, had chosen it from the others for his place of residence. And that was all we could learn of our guest. He was a very silent man by custom. All day he hung round the cove or upon the cliffs with a brass telescope; all evening he sat in a corner of the parlour next the fire and drank rum and water very strong. Mostly he would not speak when spoken to, only look up sudden and fierce and blow through his nose like a foghorn; and we and the people who came about our house soon learned to let him be. Every day when he came back from his stroll he would ask if any seafaring men had gone by along the road. At first we thought it was the want of company of his own kind that made him ask this question, but at last we began to see he was desirous to avoid them. When a seaman did put up at the Admiral Benbow (as now and then some did, making by the coast road for Bristol) he would look in at him through the curtained door before he entered the parlour; and he was always sure to be as silent as a mouse when any such was present. For me, at least, there was no secret about the matter, for I was, in a way, a sharer in his alarms. He had taken me aside one day and promised me a silver fourpenny on the first of every month if I would only keep my weathereye open for a seafaring man with one leg and let him know the moment he appeared. Often enough when the first of the month came round and I applied to him for my wage, he would only blow through his nose at me and stare me down, but before the week was out he was sure to think better of it, bring me my fourpenny piece, and repeat his orders to look out for the seafaring man with one leg. How that personage haunted my dreams, I need scarcely tell you. On stormy nights, when the wind shook the four corners of the house and the surf roared along the cove and up the cliffs, I would see him in a thousand forms, and with a thousand diabolical expressions. Now the leg would be cut off at the knee, now at the hip; now he was a monstrous kind of a creature who had never had but the one leg, and that in the middle of his body. To see him leap and run and pursue me over hedge and ditch was the worst of nightmares. And altogether I paid pretty dear for my monthly fourpenny piece, in the shape of these abominable fancies. But though I was so terrified by the idea of the seafaring man with one leg, I was far less afraid of the captain himself than anybody else who knew him. There were nights when he took a deal more rum and water than his head would carry; and then he would sometimes sit and sing his wicked, old, wild seasongs, minding nobody; but sometimes he would call for glasses round and force all the trembling company to listen to his stories or bear a chorus to his singing. Often I have heard the house shaking with Yohoho, and a bottle of rum, all the neighbours joining in for dear life, with the fear of death upon them, and each singing louder than the other to avoid remark. For in these fits he was the most overriding companion ever known; he would slap his hand on the table for silence all round; he would fly up in a passion of anger at a question, or sometimes because none was put, and so he judged the company was not following his story. Nor would he allow anyone to leave the inn till he had drunk himself sleepy and reeled off to bed. His stories were what frightened people worst of all. Dreadful stories they wereabout hanging, and walking the plank, and storms at sea, and the Dry Tortugas, and wild deeds and places on the Spanish Main. By his own account he must have lived his life among some of the wickedest men that God ever allowed upon the sea, and the language in which he told these stories shocked our plain country people almost as much as the crimes that he described. My father was always saying the inn would be ruined, for people would soon cease coming there to be tyrannized over and put down, and sent shivering to their beds; but I really believe his presence did us good. People were frightened at the time, but on looking back they rather liked it; it was a fine excitement in a quiet country life, and there was even a party of the younger men who pretended to admire him, calling him a true seadog and a real old salt and such like names, and saying there was the sort of man that made England terrible at sea. In one way, indeed, he bade fair to ruin us, for he kept on staying week after week, and at last month after month, so that all the money had been long exhausted, and still my father never plucked up the heart to insist on having more. If ever he mentioned it, the captain blew through his nose so loudly that you might say he roared, and stared my poor father out of the room. I have seen him wringing his hands after such a rebuff, and I am sure the annoyance and the terror he lived in must have greatly hastened his early and unhappy death. All the time he lived with us the captain made no change whatever in his dress but to buy some stockings from a hawker. One of the cocks of his hat having fallen down, he let it hang from that day forth, though it was a great annoyance when it blew. I remember the appearance of his coat, which he patched himself upstairs in his room, and which, before the end, was nothing but patches. He never wrote or received a letter, and he never spoke with any but the neighbours, and with these, for the most part, only when drunk on rum. The great seachest none of us had ever seen open. He was only once crossed, and that was towards the end, when my poor father was far gone in a decline that took him off. Dr. Livesey came late one afternoon to see the patient, took a bit of dinner from my mother, and went into the parlour to smoke a pipe until his horse should come down from the hamlet, for we had no stabling at the old Benbow. I followed him in, and I remember observing the contrast the neat, bright doctor, with his powder as white as snow and his bright, black eyes and pleasant manners, made with the coltish country folk, and above all, with that filthy, heavy, bleared scarecrow of a pirate of ours, sitting, far gone in rum, with his arms on the table. Suddenly hethe captain, that isbegan to pipe up his eternal song Fifteen men on the dead mans chest Yohoho, and a bottle of rum! Drink and the devil had done for the rest Yohoho, and a bottle of rum! At first I had supposed the dead mans chest to be that identical big box of his upstairs in the front room, and the thought had been mingled in my nightmares with that of the onelegged seafaring man. But by this time we had all long ceased to pay any particular notice to the song; it was new, that night, to nobody but Dr. Livesey, and on him I observed it did not produce an agreeable effect, for he looked up for a moment quite angrily before he went on with his talk to old Taylor, the gardener, on a new cure for the rheumatics. In the meantime, the captain gradually brightened up at his own music, and at last flapped his hand upon the table before him in a way we all knew to mean silence. The voices stopped at once, all but Dr. Liveseys; he went on as before speaking clear and kind and drawing briskly at his pipe between every word or two. The captain glared at him for a while, flapped his hand again, glared still harder, and at last broke out with a villainous, low oath, Silence, there, between decks! Were you addressing me, sir? says the doctor; and when the ruffian had told him, with another oath, that this was so, I have only one thing to say to you, sir, replies the doctor, that if you keep on drinking rum, the world will soon be quit of a very dirty scoundrel! The old fellows fury was awful. He sprang to his feet, drew and opened a sailors claspknife, and balancing it open on the palm of his hand, threatened to pin the doctor to the wall. The doctor never so much as moved. He spoke to him as before, over his shoulder and in the same tone of voice, rather high, so that all the room might hear, but perfectly calm and steady If you do not put that knife this instant in your pocket, I promise, upon my honour, you shall hang at the next assizes. 0033m 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. And now, sir, continued the doctor, since I now know theres such a fellow in my district, you may count Ill have an eye upon you day and night. Im not a doctor only; Im a magistrate; and if I catch a breath of complaint against you, if its only for a piece of incivility like tonights, Ill take effectual means to have you hunted down and routed out of this. Let that suffice. Soon after, Dr. Liveseys horse came to the door and he rode away, but the captain held his peace that evening, and for many evenings to come. 0037m II Black Dog Appears and Disappears 9037m t was not very long after this that there occurred the first of the mysterious events that rid us at last of the captain, though not, as you will see, of his affairs. It was a bitter cold winter, with long, hard frosts and heavy gales; and it was plain from the first that my poor father was little likely to see the spring. He sank daily, and my mother and I had all the inn upon our hands, and were kept busy enough without paying much regard to our unpleasant guest. It was one January morning, very earlya pinching, frosty morningthe cove all grey with hoarfrost, the ripple lapping softly on the stones, the sun still low and only touching the hilltops and shining far to seaward. The captain had risen earlier than usual and set out down the beach, his cutlass swinging under the broad skirts of the old blue coat, his brass telescope under his arm, his hat tilted back upon his head. I remember his breath hanging like smoke in his wake as he strode off, and the last sound I heard of him as he turned the big rock was a loud snort of indignation, as though his mind was still running upon Dr. Livesey. Well, mother was upstairs with father and I was laying the breakfasttable against the captains return when the parlour door opened and a man stepped in on whom I had never set my eyes before. He was a pale, tallowy creature, wanting two fingers of the left hand, and though he wore a cutlass, he did not look much like a fighter. I had always my eye open for seafaring men, with one leg or two, and I remember this one puzzled me. He was not sailorly, and yet he had a smack of the sea about him too. I asked him what was for his service, and he said he would take rum; but as I was going out of the room to fetch it, he sat down upon a table and motioned me to draw near. I paused where I was, with my napkin in my hand. Come here, sonny, says he. Come nearer here. I took a step nearer. Is this here table for my mate Bill? he asked with a kind of leer. 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. Well, said he, my mate Bill would be called the captain, as like as not. He has a cut on one cheek and a mighty pleasant way with him, particularly in drink, has my mate Bill. Well put it, for argument like, that your captain has a cut on one cheekand well put it, if you like, that that cheeks the right one. Ah, well! I told you. Now, is my mate Bill in this here house? I told him he was out walking. Which way, sonny? Which way is he gone? And when I had pointed out the rock and told him how the captain was likely to return, and how soon, and answered a few other questions, Ah, said he, thisll be as good as drink to my mate Bill. The expression of his face as he said these words was not at all pleasant, and I had my own reasons for thinking that the stranger was mistaken, even supposing he meant what he said. But it was no affair of mine, I thought; and besides, it was difficult to know what to do. The stranger kept hanging about just inside the inn door, peering round the corner like a cat waiting for a mouse. Once I stepped out myself into the road, but he immediately called me back, and as I did not obey quick enough for his fancy, a most horrible change came over his tallowy face, and he ordered me in with an oath that made me jump. As soon as I was back again he returned to his former manner, half fawning, half sneering, patted me on the shoulder, told me I was a good boy and he had taken quite a fancy to me. I have a son of my own, said he, as like you as two blocks, and hes all the pride of my art. But the great thing for boys is discipline, sonnydiscipline. Now, if you had sailed along of Bill, you wouldnt have stood there to be spoke to twicenot you. That was never Bills way, nor the way of sich as sailed with him. And here, sure enough, is my mate Bill, with a spyglass under his arm, bless his old art, to be sure. You and mell just go back into the parlour, sonny, and get behind the door, and well give Bill a little surprisebless his art, I say again. So saying, the stranger backed along with me into the parlour and put me behind him in the corner so that we were both hidden by the open door. I was very uneasy and alarmed, as you may fancy, and it rather added to my fears to observe that the stranger was certainly frightened himself. He cleared the hilt of his cutlass and loosened the blade in the sheath; and all the time we were waiting there he kept swallowing as if he felt what we used to call a lump in the throat. 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. Bill, said the stranger in a voice that I thought he had tried to make bold and big. The captain spun round on his heel and fronted us; all the brown had gone out of his face, and even his nose was blue; he had the look of a man who sees a ghost, or the evil one, or something worse, if anything can be; and upon my word, I felt sorry to see him all in a moment turn so old and sick. Come, Bill, you know me; you know an old shipmate, Bill, surely, said the stranger. The captain made a sort of gasp. Black Dog! said he. And who else? returned the other, getting more at his ease. Black Dog as ever was, come for to see his old shipmate Billy, at the Admiral Benbow inn. Ah, Bill, Bill, we have seen a sight of times, us two, since I lost them two talons, holding up his mutilated hand. Now, look here, said the captain; youve run me down; here I am; well, then, speak up; what is it? Thats you, Bill, returned Black Dog, youre in the right of it, Billy. Ill have a glass of rum from this dear child here, as Ive took such a liking to; and well sit down, if you please, and talk square, like old shipmates. When I returned with the rum, they were already seated on either side of the captains breakfasttableBlack Dog next to the door and sitting sideways so as to have one eye on his old shipmate and one, as I thought, on his retreat. He bade me go and leave the door wide open. None of your keyholes for me, sonny, he said; and I left them together and retired into the bar. For a long time, though I certainly did my best to listen, I could hear nothing but a low gattling; but at last the voices began to grow higher, and I could pick up a word or two, mostly oaths, from the captain. No, no, no, no; and an end of it! he cried once. And again, If it comes to swinging, swing all, say I. 0041a 0041m Then all of a sudden there was a tremendous explosion of oaths and other noisesthe chair and table went over in a lump, a clash of steel followed, and then a cry of pain, and the next instant I saw Black Dog in full flight, and the captain hotly pursuing, both with drawn cutlasses, and the former streaming blood from the left shoulder. Just at the door the captain aimed at the fugitive one last tremendous cut, which would certainly have split him to the chine had it not been intercepted by our big signboard of Admiral Benbow. You may see the notch on the lower side of the frame to this day. That blow was the last of the battle. Once out upon the road, Black Dog, in spite of his wound, showed a wonderful clean pair of heels and disappeared over the edge of the hill in half a minute. The captain, for his part, stood staring at the signboard like a bewildered man. Then he passed his hand over his eyes several times and at last turned back into the house. Jim, says he, rum; and as he spoke, he reeled a little, and caught himself with one hand against the wall. Are you hurt? cried I. Rum, he repeated. I must get away from here. Rum! Rum! I ran to fetch it, but I was quite unsteadied by all that had fallen out, and I broke one glass and fouled the tap, and while I was still getting in my own way, I heard a loud fall in the parlour, and running in, beheld the captain lying full length upon the floor. At the same instant my mother, alarmed by the cries and fighting, came running downstairs to help me. Between us we raised his head. He was breathing very loud and hard, but his eyes were closed and his face a horrible colour. Dear, deary me, cried my mother, what a disgrace upon the house! And your poor father sick! In the meantime, we had no idea what to do to help the captain, nor any other thought but that he had got his deathhurt in the scuffle with the stranger. I got the rum, to be sure, and tried to put it down his throat, but his teeth were tightly shut and his jaws as strong as iron. It was a happy relief for us when the door opened and Doctor Livesey came in, on his visit to my father. Oh, doctor, we cried, what shall we do? Where is he wounded? Wounded? A fiddlesticks end! said the doctor. No more wounded than you or I. The man has had a stroke, as I warned him. Now, Mrs. Hawkins, just you run upstairs to your husband and tell him, if possible, nothing about it. For my part, I must do my best to save this fellows trebly worthless life; Jim, you get me a basin. When I got back with the basin, the doctor had already ripped up the captains sleeve and exposed his great sinewy arm. It was tattooed in several places. Heres luck, A fair wind, and Billy Bones his fancy, were very neatly and clearly executed on the forearm; and up near the shoulder there was a sketch of a gallows and a man hanging from itdone, as I thought, with great spirit. Prophetic, said the doctor, touching this picture with his finger. And now, Master Billy Bones, if that be your name, well have a look at the colour of your blood. Jim, he said, are you afraid of blood? No, sir, said I. Well, then, said he, you hold the basin; and with that he took his lancet and opened a vein. A great deal of blood was taken before the captain opened his eyes and looked mistily about him. First he recognized the doctor with an unmistakable frown; then his glance fell upon me, and he looked relieved. But suddenly his colour changed, and he tried to raise himself, crying, Wheres Black Dog? There is no Black Dog here, said the doctor, except what you have on your own back. You have been drinking rum; you have had a stroke, precisely as I told you; and I have just, very much against my own will, dragged you headforemost out of the grave. Now, Mr. Bones Thats not my name, he interrupted. Much I care, returned the doctor. Its the name of a buccaneer of my acquaintance; and I call you by it for the sake of shortness, and what I have to say to you is this; one glass of rum wont kill you, but if you take one youll take another and another, and I stake my wig if you dont break off short, youll diedo you understand that?die, and go to your own place, like the man in the Bible. Come, now, make an effort. Ill help you to your bed for once. 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. Now, mind you, said the doctor, I clear my consciencethe name of rum for you is death. And with that he went off to see my father, taking me with him by the arm. This is nothing, he said as soon as he had closed the door. I have drawn blood enough to keep him quiet awhile; he should lie for a week where he isthat is the best thing for him and you; but another stroke would settle him. 0046m III The Black Spot 9046m bout noon I stopped at the captains 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. Jim, he said, youre the only one here thats worth anything, and you know Ive been always good to you. Never a month but Ive given you a silver fourpenny for yourself. And now you see, mate, Im pretty low, and deserted by all; and Jim, youll bring me one noggin of rum, now, wont you, matey? The doctor I began. But he broke in cursing the doctor, in a feeble voice but heartily. Doctors is all swabs, he said; and that doctor there, why, what do he know about seafaring men? I been in places hot as pitch, and mates dropping round with Yellow Jack, and the blessed land aheaving like the sea with earthquakeswhat to the doctor know of lands like that?and I lived on rum, I tell you. Its been meat and drink, and man and wife, to me; and if Im not to have my rum now Im a poor old hulk on a lee shore, my bloodll be on you, Jim, and that doctor swab; and he ran on again for a while with curses. Look, Jim, how my fingers fidges, he continued in the pleading tone. I cant keep em still, not I. I havent had a drop this blessed day. That doctors a fool, I tell you. If I dont have a dram o rum, Jim, Ill have the horrors; I seen some on em already. I seen old Flint in the corner there, behind you; as plain as print, I seen him; and if I get the horrors, Im a man that has lived rough, and Ill raise Cain. Your doctor hisself said one glass wouldnt hurt me. Ill give you a golden guinea for a noggin, Jim. He was growing more and more excited, and this alarmed me for my father, who was very low that day and needed quiet; besides, I was reassured by the doctors words, now quoted to me, and rather offended by the offer of a bribe. I want none of your money, said I, but what you owe my father. Ill get you one glass, and no more. When I brought it to him, he seized it greedily and drank it out. Aye, aye, said he, thats some better, sure enough. And now, matey, did that doctor say how long I was to lie here in this old berth? A week at least, said I. Thunder! he cried. A week! I cant do that; theyd have the black spot on me by then. The lubbers is going about to get the wind of me this blessed moment; lubbers as couldnt keep what they got, and want to nail what is anothers. Is that seamanly behaviour, now, I want to know? But Im a saving soul. I never wasted good money of mine, nor lost it neither; and Ill trick em again. Im not afraid on em. Ill shake out another reef, matey, and daddle em again. As he was thus speaking, he had risen from bed with great difficulty, holding to my shoulder with a grip that almost made me cry out, and moving his legs like so much dead weight. His words, spirited as they were in meaning, contrasted sadly with the weakness of the voice in which they were uttered. He paused when he had got into a sitting position on the edge. That doctors done me, he murmured. My ears is singing. Lay me back. Before I could do much to help him he had fallen back again to his former place, where he lay for a while silent. Jim, he said at length, you saw that seafaring man today? Black Dog? I asked. Ah! Black Dog, says he. Hes a bad un; but theres worse that put him on. Now, if I cant get away nohow, and they tip me the black spot, mind you, its my old seachest theyre after; you get on a horseyou can, cant you? Well, then, you get on a horse, and go towell, yes, I will!to that eternal doctor swab, and tell him to pipe all handsmagistrates and sichand hell lay em aboard at the Admiral Benbowall old Flints crew, man and boy, all on em thats left. I was first mate, I was, old Flints first mate, and Im the ony one as knows the place. He gave it me at Savannah, when he lay adying, like as if I was to now, you see. But you wont peach unless they get the black spot on me, or unless you see that Black Dog again or a seafaring man with one leg, Jimhim above all. But what is the black spot, captain? I asked. Thats a summons, mate. Ill tell you if they get that. But you keep your weathereye open, Jim, and Ill share with you equals, upon my honour. He wandered a little longer, his voice growing weaker; but soon after I had given him his medicine, which he took like a child, with the remark, If ever a seaman wanted drugs, its me, he fell at last into a heavy, swoonlike sleep, in which I left him. What I should have done had all gone well I do not know. Probably I should have told the whole story to the doctor, for I was in mortal fear lest the captain should repent of his confessions and make an end of me. But as things fell out, my poor father died quite suddenly that evening, which put all other matters on one side. Our natural distress, the visits of the neighbours, the arranging of the funeral, and all the work of the inn to be carried on in the meanwhile kept me so busy that I had scarcely time to think of the captain, far less to be afraid of him. He got downstairs next morning, to be sure, and had his meals as usual, though he ate little and had more, I am afraid, than his usual supply of rum, for he helped himself out of the bar, scowling and blowing through his nose, and no one dared to cross him. On the night before the funeral he was as drunk as ever; and it was shocking, in that house of mourning, to hear him singing away at his ugly old seasong; but weak as he was, we were all in the fear of death for him, and the doctor was suddenly taken up with a case many miles away and was never near the house after my fathers death. I have said the captain was weak, and indeed he seemed rather to grow weaker than regain his strength. He clambered up and down stairs, and went from the parlour to the bar and back again, and sometimes put his nose out of doors to smell the sea, holding on to the walls as he went for support and breathing hard and fast like a man on a steep mountain. He never particularly addressed me, and it is my belief he had as good as forgotten his confidences; but his temper was more flighty, and allowing for his bodily weakness, more violent than ever. He had an alarming way now when he was drunk of drawing his cutlass and laying it bare before him on the table.


But with all that, he minded people less and seemed shut up in his own thoughts and rather wandering. Once, for instance, to our extreme wonder, he piped up to a different air, a kind of country lovesong that he must have learned in his youth before he had begun to follow the sea. So things passed until, the day after the funeral, and about three oclock of a bitter, foggy, frosty afternoon, I was standing at the door for a moment, full of sad thoughts about my father, when I saw someone drawing slowly near along the road. He was plainly blind, for he tapped before him with a stick and wore a great green shade over his eyes and nose; and he was hunched, as if with age or weakness, and wore a huge old tattered seacloak with a hood that made him appear positively deformed. I never saw in my life a more dreadfullooking figure. He stopped a little from the inn, and raising his voice in an odd singsong, addressed the air in front of him, Will any kind friend inform a poor blind man, who has lost the precious sight of his eyes in the gracious defence of his native country, Englandand God bless King George!where or in what part of this country he may now be? You are at the Admiral Benbow, Black Hill Cove, my good man, said I. I hear a voice, said he, a young voice. Will you give me your hand, my kind young friend, and lead me in? I held out my hand, and the horrible, softspoken, eyeless creature gripped it in a moment like a vise. I was so much startled that I struggled to withdraw, but the blind man pulled me close up to him with a single action of his arm. Now, boy, he said, take me in to the captain. Sir, said I, upon my word I dare not. Oh, he sneered, thats it! Take me in straight or Ill break your arm. And he gave it, as he spoke, a wrench that made me cry out. Sir, said I, it is for yourself I mean. The captain is not what he used to be. He sits with a drawn cutlass. Another gentleman Come, now, march, interrupted he; and I never heard a voice so cruel, and cold, and ugly as that blind mans. It cowed me more than the pain, and I began to obey him at once, walking straight in at the door and towards the parlour, where our sick old buccaneer was sitting, dazed with rum. The blind man clung close to me, holding me in one iron fist and leaning almost more of his weight on me than I could carry. Lead me straight up to him, and when Im in view, cry out, Heres a friend for you, Bill. If you dont, Ill do this, and with that he gave me a twitch that I thought would have made me faint. Between this and that, I was so utterly terrified of the blind beggar that I forgot my terror of the captain, and as I opened the parlour door, cried out the words he had ordered in a trembling voice. 0051m The poor captain raised his eyes, and at one look the rum went out of him and left him staring sober. The expression of his face was not so much of terror as of mortal sickness. He made a movement to rise, but I do not believe he had enough force left in his body. Now, Bill, sit where you are, said the beggar. If I cant see, I can hear a finger stirring. Business is business. Hold out your left hand. Boy, take his left hand by the wrist and bring it near to my right. 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 captains, which closed upon it instantly. And now thats done, said the blind man; and at the words he suddenly left hold of me, and with incredible accuracy and nimbleness, skipped out of the parlour and into the road, where, as I still stood motionless, I could hear his stick go taptaptapping into the distance. It was some time before either I or the captain seemed to gather our senses, but at length, and about at the same moment, I released his wrist, which I was still holding, and he drew in his hand and looked sharply into the palm. Ten oclock! he cried. Six hours. Well do them yet, and he sprang to his feet. 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. I ran to him at once, calling to my mother. But haste was all in vain. The captain had been struck dead by thundering apoplexy. It is a curious thing to understand, for I had certainly never liked the man, though of late I had begun to pity him, but as soon as I saw that he was dead, I burst into a flood of tears. It was the second death I had known, and the sorrow of the first was still fresh in my heart. 0054m IV The Seachest 9054m lost no time, of course, in telling my mother all that I knew, and perhaps should have told her long before, and we saw ourselves at once in a difficult and dangerous position. Some of the mans moneyif he had anywas certainly due to us, but it was not likely that our captains shipmates, above all the two specimens seen by me, Black Dog and the blind beggar, would be inclined to give up their booty in payment of the dead mans debts. The captains order to mount at once and ride for Doctor Livesey would have left my mother alone and unprotected, which was not to be thought of. Indeed, it seemed impossible for either of us to remain much longer in the house; the fall of coals in the kitchen grate, the very ticking of the clock, filled us with alarms. The neighbourhood, to our ears, seemed haunted by approaching footsteps; and what between the dead body of the captain on the parlour floor and the thought of that detestable blind beggar hovering near at hand and ready to return, there were moments when, as the saying goes, I jumped in my skin for terror. Something must speedily be resolved upon, and it occurred to us at last to go forth together and seek help in the neighbouring hamlet. No sooner said than done. Bareheaded as we were, we ran out at once in the gathering evening and the frosty fog. The hamlet lay not many hundred yards away, though out of view, on the other side of the next cove; and what greatly encouraged me, it was in an opposite direction from that whence the blind man had made his appearance and whither he had presumably returned. We were not many minutes on the road, though we sometimes stopped to lay hold of each other and hearken. But there was no unusual soundnothing but the low wash of the ripple and the croaking of the inmates of the wood. It was already candlelight when we reached the hamlet, and I shall never forget how much I was cheered to see the yellow shine in doors and windows; but that, as it proved, was the best of the help we were likely to get in that quarter. Foryou would have thought men would have been ashamed of themselvesno soul would consent to return with us to the Admiral Benbow. The more we told of our troubles, the moreman, woman, and childthey clung to the shelter of their houses. The name of Captain Flint, though it was strange to me, was well enough known to some there and carried a great weight of terror. Some of the men who had been to fieldwork on the far side of the Admiral Benbow remembered, besides, to have seen several strangers on the road, and taking them to be smugglers, to have bolted away; and one at least had seen a little lugger in what we called Kitts Hole. For that matter, anyone who was a comrade of the captains was enough to frighten them to death. And the short and the long of the matter was, that while we could get several who were willing enough to ride to Dr. Liveseys, which lay in another direction, not one would help us to defend the inn. They say cowardice is infectious; but then argument is, on the other hand, a great emboldener; and so when each had said his say, my mother made them a speech. She would not, she declared, lose money that belonged to her fatherless boy; If none of the rest of you dare, she said, Jim and I dare. Back we will go, the way we came, and small thanks to you big, hulking, chickenhearted men. Well have that chest open, if we die for it. And Ill thank you for that bag, Mrs. Crossley, to bring back our lawful money in. Of course I said I would go with my mother, and of course they all cried out at our foolhardiness, but even then not a man would go along with us. All they would do was to give me a loaded pistol lest we were attacked, and to promise to have horses ready saddled in case we were pursued on our return, while one lad was to ride forward to the doctors in search of armed assistance. My heart was beating finely when we two set forth in the cold night upon this dangerous venture. A full moon was beginning to rise and peered redly through the upper edges of the fog, and this increased our haste, for it was plain, before we came forth again, that all would be as bright as day, and our departure exposed to the eyes of any watchers. We slipped along the hedges, noiseless and swift, nor did we see or hear anything to increase our terrors, till, to our relief, the door of the Admiral Benbow had closed behind us. I slipped the bolt at once, and we stood and panted for a moment in the dark, alone in the house with the dead captains body. Then my mother got a candle in the bar, and holding each others hands, we advanced into the parlour. He lay as we had left him, on his back, with his eyes open and one arm stretched out. Draw down the blind, Jim, whispered my mother; they might come and watch outside. And now, said she when I had done so, we have to get the key off that; and whos to touch it, I should like to know! and she gave a kind of sob as she said the words. I went down on my knees at once. On the floor close to his hand there was a little round of paper, blackened on the one side. I could not doubt that this was the black spot; and taking it up, I found written on the other side, in a very good, clear hand, this short message You have till ten tonight. He had till ten, Mother, said I; and just as I said it, our old clock began striking. This sudden noise startled us shockingly; but the news was good, for it was only six. Now, Jim, she said, that key. I felt in his pockets, one after another. A few small coins, a thimble, and some thread and big needles, a piece of pigtail tobacco bitten away at the end, his gully with the crooked handle, a pocket compass, and a tinder box were all that they contained, and I began to despair. Perhaps its round his neck, suggested my mother. Overcoming a strong repugnance, I tore open his shirt at the neck, and there, sure enough, hanging to a bit of tarry string, which I cut with his own gully, we found the key. At this triumph we were filled with hope and hurried upstairs without delay to the little room where he had slept so long and where his box had stood since the day of his arrival. It was like any other seamans chest on the outside, the initial B burned on the top of it with a hot iron, and the corners somewhat smashed and broken as by long, rough usage. Give me the key, said my mother; and though the lock was very stiff, she had turned it and thrown back the lid in a twinkling. A strong smell of tobacco and tar rose from the interior, but nothing was to be seen on the top except a suit of very good clothes, carefully brushed and folded. They had never been worn, my mother said. Under that, the miscellany begana quadrant, a tin canikin, several sticks of tobacco, two brace of very handsome pistols, a piece of bar silver, an old Spanish watch and some other trinkets of little value and mostly of foreign make, a pair of compasses mounted with brass, and five or six curious West Indian shells. I have often wondered since why he should have carried about these shells with him in his wandering, guilty, and hunted life. In the meantime, we had found nothing of any value but the silver and the trinkets, and neither of these were in our way. Underneath there was an old boatcloak, whitened with seasalt on many a harbourbar. My mother pulled it up with impatience, and there lay before us, the last things in the chest, a bundle tied up in oilcloth, and looking like papers, and a canvas bag that gave forth, at a touch, the jingle of gold. Ill show these rogues that Im an honest woman, said my mother. Ill have my dues, and not a farthing over. Hold Mrs. Crossleys bag. And she began to count over the amount of the captains score from the sailors bag into the one that I was holding. 0059m It was a long, difficult business, for the coins were of all countries and sizesdoubloons, and louis dors, and guineas, and pieces of eight, and I know not what besides, all shaken together at random. The guineas, too, were about the scarcest, and it was with these only that my mother knew how to make her count. When we were about halfway through, I suddenly put my hand upon her arm, for I had heard in the silent frosty air a sound that brought my heart into my mouththe taptapping of the blind mans stick upon the frozen road. It drew nearer and nearer, while we sat holding our breath. Then it struck sharp on the inn door, and then we could hear the handle being turned and the bolt rattling as the wretched being tried to enter; and then there was a long time of silence both within and without. At last the tapping recommenced, and, to our indescribable joy and gratitude, died slowly away again until it ceased to be heard. Mother, said I, take the whole and lets be going, for I was sure the bolted door must have seemed suspicious and would bring the whole hornets nest about our ears, though how thankful I was that I had bolted it, none could tell who had never met that terrible blind man. But my mother, frightened as she was, would not consent to take a fraction more than was due to her and was obstinately unwilling to be content with less. It was not yet seven, she said, by a long way; she knew her rights and she would have them; and she was still arguing with me when a little low whistle sounded a good way off upon the hill. That was enough, and more than enough, for both of us. Ill take what I have, she said, jumping to her feet. And Ill take this to square the count, said I, picking up the oilskin packet. Next moment we were both groping downstairs, leaving the candle by the empty chest; and the next we had opened the door and were in full retreat. We had not started a moment too soon. The fog was rapidly dispersing; already the moon shone quite clear on the high ground on either side; and it was only in the exact bottom of the dell and round the tavern door that a thin veil still hung unbroken to conceal the first steps of our escape. Far less than halfway to the hamlet, very little beyond the bottom of the hill, we must come forth into the moonlight. Nor was this all, for the sound of several footsteps running came already to our ears, and as we looked back in their direction, a light tossing to and fro and still rapidly advancing showed that one of the newcomers carried a lantern. My dear, said my mother suddenly, take the money and run on. I am going to faint. This was certainly the end for both of us, I thought. How I cursed the cowardice of the neighbours; how I blamed my poor mother for her honesty and her greed, for her past foolhardiness and present weakness! We were just at the little bridge, by good fortune; and I helped her, tottering as she was, to the edge of the bank, where, sure enough, she gave a sigh and fell on my shoulder. I do not know how I found the strength to do it at all, and I am afraid it was roughly done, but I managed to drag her down the bank and a little way under the arch. Farther I could not move her, for the bridge was too low to let me do more than crawl below it. So there we had to staymy mother almost entirely exposed and both of us within earshot of the inn. 0062m V The Last of the Blind Man 9062m y curiosity, in a sense, was stronger than my fear, for I could not remain where I was, but crept back to the bank again, whence, sheltering my head behind a bush of broom, I might command the road before our door. I was scarcely in position ere my enemies began to arrive, seven or eight of them, running hard, their feet beating out of time along the road and the man with the lantern some paces in front. Three men ran together, hand in hand; and I made out, even through the mist, that the middle man of this trio was the blind beggar. The next moment his voice showed me that I was right. Down with the door! he cried. Aye, aye, sir! answered two or three; and a rush was made upon the Admiral Benbow, the lanternbearer following; and then I could see them pause, and hear speeches passed in a lower key, as if they were surprised to find the door open. But the pause was brief, for the blind man again issued his commands. His voice sounded louder and higher, as if he were afire with eagerness and rage. In, in, in! he shouted, and cursed them for their delay. Four or five of them obeyed at once, two remaining on the road with the formidable beggar. There was a pause, then a cry of surprise, and then a voice shouting from the house, Bills dead. But the blind man swore at them again for their delay. Search him, some of you shirking lubbers, and the rest of you aloft and get the chest, he cried. I could hear their feet rattling up our old stairs, so that the house must have shook with it. Promptly afterwards, fresh sounds of astonishment arose; the window of the captains room was thrown open with a slam and a jingle of broken glass, and a man leaned out into the moonlight, head and shoulders, and addressed the blind beggar on the road below him. Pew, he cried, theyve been before us. Someones turned the chest out alow and aloft. Is it there? roared Pew. The moneys there. The blind man cursed the money. Flints fist, I mean, he cried. We dont see it here nohow, returned the man. Here, you below there, is it on Bill? cried the blind man again. At that another fellow, probably him who had remained below to search the captains body, came to the door of the inn. Bills been overhauled aready, said he; nothin left. Its these people of the innits that boy. I wish I had put his eyes out! cried the blind man, Pew. There were no time agothey had the door bolted when I tried it. Scatter, lads, and find em. Sure enough, they left their glim here, said the fellow from the window. Scatter and find em! Rout the house out! reiterated Pew, striking with his stick upon the road. Then there followed a great todo through all our old inn, heavy feet pounding to and fro, furniture thrown over, doors kicked in, until the very rocks reechoed and the men came out again, one after another, on the road and declared that we were nowhere to be found. And just the same whistle that had alarmed my mother and myself over the dead captains money was once more clearly audible through the night, but this time twice repeated. I had thought it to be the blind mans trumpet, so to speak, summoning his crew to the assault, but I now found that it was a signal from the hillside towards the hamlet, and from its effect upon the buccaneers, a signal to warn them of approaching danger. Theres Dirk again, said one. Twice! Well have to budge, mates. Budge, you skulk! cried Pew. Dirk was a fool and a coward from the firstyou wouldnt mind him. They must be close by; they cant be far; you have your hands on it. Scatter and look for them, dogs! Oh, shiver my soul, he cried, if I had eyes! This appeal seemed to produce some effect, for two of the fellows began to look here and there among the lumber, but halfheartedly, I thought, and with half an eye to their own danger all the time, while the rest stood irresolute on the road. You have your hands on thousands, you fools, and you hang a leg! Youd be as rich as kings if you could find it, and you know its here, and you stand there skulking. There wasnt one of you dared face Bill, and I did ita blind man! And Im to lose my chance for you! Im to be a poor, crawling beggar, sponging for rum, when I might be rolling in a coach! If you had the pluck of a weevil in a biscuit you would catch them still. Hang it, Pew, weve got the doubloons! grumbled one. They might have hid the blessed thing, said another. Take the Georges, Pew, and dont stand here squalling. Squalling was the word for it; Pews anger rose so high at these objections till at last, his passion completely taking the upper hand, he struck at them right and left in his blindness and his stick sounded heavily on more than one. 0065m 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. This quarrel was the saving of us, for while it was still raging, another sound came from the top of the hill on the side of the hamletthe tramp of horses galloping. Almost at the same time a pistolshot, flash and report, came from the hedge side. And that was plainly the last signal of danger, for the buccaneers turned at once and ran, separating in every direction, one seaward along the cove, one slant across the hill, and so on, so that in half a minute not a sign of them remained but Pew. Him they had deserted, whether in sheer panic or out of revenge for his ill words and blows I know not; but there he remained behind, tapping up and down the road in a frenzy, and groping and calling for his comrades. Finally he took a wrong turn and ran a few steps past me, towards the hamlet, crying, Johnny, Black Dog, Dirk, and other names, you wont leave old Pew, matesnot old Pew! 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. At this Pew saw his error, turned with a scream, and ran straight for the ditch, into which he rolled. But he was on his feet again in a second and made another dash, now utterly bewildered, right under the nearest of the coming horses. The rider tried to save him, but in vain. Down went Pew with a cry that rang high into the night; and the four hoofs trampled and spurned him and passed by. He fell on his side, then gently collapsed upon his face and moved no more. I leaped to my feet and hailed the riders. They were pulling up, at any rate, horrified at the accident; and I soon saw what they were. One, tailing out behind the rest, was a lad that had gone from the hamlet to Dr. Liveseys; the rest were revenue officers, whom he had met by the way, and with whom he had had the intelligence to return at once. Some news of the lugger in Kitts Hole had found its way to Supervisor Dance and set him forth that night in our direction, and to that circumstance my mother and I owed our preservation from death. Pew was dead, stone dead. As for my mother, when we had carried her up to the hamlet, a little cold water and salts and that soon brought her back again, and she was none the worse for her terror, though she still continued to deplore the balance of the money. In the meantime the supervisor rode on, as fast as he could, to Kitts Hole; but his men had to dismount and grope down the dingle, leading, and sometimes supporting, their horses, and in continual fear of ambushes; so it was no great matter for surprise that when they got down to the Hole the lugger was already under way, though still close in. He hailed her. A voice replied, telling him to keep out of the moonlight or he would get some lead in him, and at the same time a bullet whistled close by his arm. Soon after, the lugger doubled the point and disappeared. Mr. Dance stood there, as he said, like a fish out of water, and all he could do was to dispatch a man to B to warn the cutter. And that, said he, is just about as good as nothing. Theyve got off clean, and theres an end. Only, he added, Im glad I trod on Master Pews corns, for by this time he had heard my story. I went back with him to the Admiral Benbow, and you cannot imagine a house in such a state of smash; the very clock had been thrown down by these fellows in their furious hunt after my mother and myself; and though nothing had actually been taken away except the captains moneybag and a little silver from the till, I could see at once that we were ruined. Mr. Dance could make nothing of the scene. They got the money, you say? Well, then, Hawkins, what in fortune were they after? More money, I suppose? No, sir; not money, I think, replied I. In fact, sir, I believe I have the thing in my breast pocket; and to tell you the truth, I should like to get it put in safety. To be sure, boy; quite right, said he. Ill take it, if you like. I thought perhaps Dr. Livesey I began. Perfectly right, he interrupted very cheerily, perfectly righta gentleman and a magistrate. And, now I come to think of it, I might as well ride round there myself and report to him or squire. Master Pews dead, when alls done; not that I regret it, but hes dead, you see, and people will make it out against an officer of his Majestys revenue, if make it out they can. Now, Ill tell you, Hawkins, if you like, Ill take you along. 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. Dogger, said Mr. Dance, you have a good horse; take up this lad behind you. As soon as I was mounted, holding on to Doggers belt, the supervisor gave the word, and the party struck out at a bouncing trot on the road to Dr. Liveseys house. 0070m VI The Captains Papers 9070m e rode hard all the way till we drew up before Dr. Liveseys 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. Is Dr. Livesey in? I asked. 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. So there we go, boys, said Mr. Dance. This time, as the distance was short, I did not mount, but ran with Doggers stirrupleather to the lodge gates and up the long, leafless, moonlit avenue to where the white line of the hall buildings looked on either hand on great old gardens. Here Mr. Dance dismounted, and taking me along with him, was admitted at a word into the house. The servant led us down a matted passage and showed us at the end into a great library, all lined with bookcases and busts upon the top of them, where the squire and Dr. Livesey sat, pipe in hand, on either side of a bright fire. I had never seen the squire so near at hand. He was a tall man, over six feet high, and broad in proportion, and he had a bluff, roughandready face, all roughened and reddened and lined in his long travels. His eyebrows were very black, and moved readily, and this gave him a look of some temper, not bad, you would say, but quick and high. Come in, Mr. Dance, says he, very stately and condescending. Good evening, Dance, says the doctor with a nod. And good evening to you, friend Jim. What good wind brings you here? The supervisor stood up straight and stiff and told his story like a lesson; and you should have seen how the two gentlemen leaned forward and looked at each other, and forgot to smoke in their surprise and interest. When they heard how my mother went back to the inn, Dr. Livesey fairly slapped his thigh, and the squire cried Bravo! and broke his long pipe against the grate. Long before it was done, Mr. Trelawney (that, you will remember, was the squires name) had got up from his seat and was striding about the room, and the doctor, as if to hear the better, had taken off his powdered wig and sat there looking very strange indeed with his own closecropped black poll. At last Mr. Dance finished the story. Mr. Dance, said the squire, you are a very noble fellow. And as for riding down that black, atrocious miscreant, I regard it as an act of virtue, sir, like stamping on a cockroach. This lad Hawkins is a trump, I perceive. Hawkins, will you ring that bell? Mr. Dance must have some ale. And so, Jim, said the doctor, you have the thing that they were after, have you? Here it is, sir, said I, and gave him the oilskin packet. 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. Squire, said he, when Dance has had his ale he must, of course, be off on his Majestys service; but I mean to keep Jim Hawkins here to sleep at my house, and with your permission, I propose we should have up the cold pie and let him sup. As you will, Livesey, said the squire; Hawkins has earned better than cold pie. So a big pigeon pie was brought in and put on a sidetable, and I made a hearty supper, for I was as hungry as a hawk, while Mr. Dance was further complimented and at last dismissed. And now, squire, said the doctor. And now, Livesey, said the squire in the same breath. One at a time, one at a time, laughed Dr. Livesey. You have heard of this Flint, I suppose? Heard of him! cried the squire. Heard of him, you say! He was the bloodthirstiest buccaneer that sailed. Blackbeard was a child to Flint. The Spaniards were so prodigiously afraid of him that, I tell you, sir, I was sometimes proud he was an Englishman. Ive seen his topsails with these eyes, off Trinidad, and the cowardly son of a rumpuncheon that I sailed with put backput back, sir, into Port of Spain. Well, Ive heard of him myself, in England, said the doctor. But the point is, had he money? Money! cried the squire. Have you heard the story? What were these villains after but money? What do they care for but money? For what would they risk their rascal carcasses but money? That we shall soon know, replied the doctor. But you are so confoundedly hotheaded and exclamatory that I cannot get a word in. What I want to know is this Supposing that I have here in my pocket some clue to where Flint buried his treasure, will that treasure amount to much? Amount, sir! cried the squire. It will amount to this If we have the clue you talk about, I fit out a ship in Bristol dock, and take you and Hawkins here along, and Ill have that treasure if I search a year. Very well, said the doctor. Now, then, if Jim is agreeable, well open the packet; and he laid it before him on the table. 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 thingsa book and a sealed paper. First of all well try the book, observed the doctor. The squire and I were both peering over his shoulder as he opened it, for Dr. Livesey had kindly motioned me to come round from the sidetable, where I had been eating, to enjoy the sport of the search. On the first page there were only some scraps of writing, such as a man with a pen in his hand might make for idleness or practice. One was the same as the tattoo mark, Billy Bones his fancy; then there was Mr. W. Bones, mate, No more rum, Off Palm Key he got itt, and some other snatches, mostly single words and unintelligible. I could not help wondering who it was that had got itt, and what itt was that he got. A knife in his back as like as not. Not much instruction there, said Dr. Livesey as he passed on. The next ten or twelve pages were filled with a curious series of entries. There was a date at one end of the line and at the other a sum of money, as in common accountbooks, but instead of explanatory writing, only a varying number of crosses between the two. On the 12th of June, 1745, for instance, a sum of seventy pounds had plainly become due to someone, and there was nothing but six crosses to explain the cause. In a few cases, to be sure, the name of a place would be added, as Offe Caraccas, or a mere entry of latitude and longitude, as 62 17 20, 19 2 40. The record lasted over nearly twenty years, the amount of the separate entries growing larger as time went on, and at the end a grand total had been made out after five or six wrong additions, and these words appended, Bones, his pile. I cant make head or tail of this, said Dr. Livesey.


The thing is as clear as noonday, cried the squire. This is the blackhearted hounds accountbook. These crosses stand for the names of ships or towns that they sank or plundered. The sums are the scoundrels share, and where he feared an ambiguity, you see he added something clearer. Offe Caraccas, now; you see, here was some unhappy vessel boarded off that coast. God help the poor souls that manned hercoral long ago. Right! said the doctor. See what it is to be a traveller. Right! And the amounts increase, you see, as he rose in rank. 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. Thrifty man! cried the doctor. He wasnt the one to be cheated. And now, said the squire, for the other. 0075m The paper had been sealed in several places with a thimble by way of seal; the very thimble, perhaps, that I had found in the captains pocket. The doctor opened the seals with great care, and there fell out the map of an island, with latitude and longitude, soundings, names of hills and bays and inlets, and every particular that would be needed to bring a ship to a safe anchorage upon its shores. It was about nine miles long and five across, shaped, you might say, like a fat dragon standing up, and had two fine landlocked harbours, and a hill in the centre part marked The Spyglass. There were several additions of a later date, but above all, three crosses of red inktwo on the north part of the island, one in the southwestand beside this last, in the same red ink, and in a small, neat hand, very different from the captains tottery characters, these words Bulk of treasure here. Over on the back the same hand had written this further information Tall tree, Spyglass shoulder, bearing a point to the N. of N.N.E. Skeleton Island E.S.E. and by E. Ten feet. 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 sandhill, 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. Livesey, said the squire, you will give up this wretched practice at once. Tomorrow I start for Bristol. In three weeks timethree weeks!two weeksten dayswell have the best ship, sir, and the choicest crew in England. Hawkins shall come as cabinboy. Youll make a famous cabinboy, Hawkins. You, Livesey, are ships doctor; I am admiral. Well take Redruth, Joyce, and Hunter. Well have favourable winds, a quick passage, and not the least difficulty in finding the spot, and money to eat, to roll in, to play duck and drake with ever after. Trelawney, said the doctor, Ill go with you; and Ill go bail for it, so will Jim, and be a credit to the undertaking. Theres only one man Im afraid of. And whos that? cried the squire. Name the dog, sir! You, replied the doctor; for you cannot hold your tongue. We are not the only men who know of this paper. These fellows who attacked the inn tonightbold, desperate blades, for sureand the rest who stayed aboard that lugger, and more, I dare say, not far off, are, one and all, through thick and thin, bound that theyll get that money. We must none of us go alone till we get to sea. Jim and I shall stick together in the meanwhile; youll take Joyce and Hunter when you ride to Bristol, and from first to last, not one of us must breathe a word of what weve found. Livesey, returned the squire, you are always in the right of it. Ill be as silent as the grave. 0081m PART TWOThe Seacook 0083m VII I Go to Bristol 9083m t was longer than the squire imagined ere we were ready for the sea, and none of our first plansnot even Dr. Liveseys, of keeping me beside himcould be carried out as we intended. The doctor had to go to London for a physician to take charge of his practice; the squire was hard at work at Bristol; and I lived on at the hall under the charge of old Redruth, the gamekeeper, almost a prisoner, but full of seadreams and the most charming anticipations of strange islands and adventures. I brooded by the hour together over the map, all the details of which I well remembered. Sitting by the fire in the housekeepers room, I approached that island in my fancy from every possible direction; I explored every acre of its surface; I climbed a thousand times to that tall hill they call the Spyglass, and from the top enjoyed the most wonderful and changing prospects. Sometimes the isle was thick with savages, with whom we fought, sometimes full of dangerous animals that hunted us, but in all my fancies nothing occurred to me so strange and tragic as our actual adventures. So the weeks passed on, till one fine day there came a letter addressed to Dr. Livesey, with this addition, To be opened, in the case of his absence, by Tom Redruth or young Hawkins. Obeying this order, we found, or rather I foundfor the gamekeeper was a poor hand at reading anything but printthe following important news Old Anchor Inn, Bristol, March 1, 17. Dear LiveseyAs 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 schoonera child might sail hertwo hundred tons; name, Hispaniola. I got her through my old friend, Blandly, who has proved himself throughout the most surprising trump. The admirable fellow literally slaved in my interest, and so, I may say, did everyone in Bristol, as soon as they got wind of the port we sailed fortreasure, I mean. Redruth, said I, interrupting the letter, Dr. Livesey will not like that. The squire has been talking, after all. Well, whos a better right? growled the gamekeeper. A pretty rum go if squire aint to talk for Dr. Livesey, I should think. At that I gave up all attempts at commentary and read straight on Blandly himself found the Hispaniola, and by the most admirable management got her for the merest trifle. There is a class of men in Bristol monstrously prejudiced against Blandly. They go the length of declaring that this honest creature would do anything for money, that the Hispaniola belonged to him, and that he sold it me absurdly highthe most transparent calumnies. None of them dare, however, to deny the merits of the ship. So far there was not a hitch. The workpeople, to be sureriggers and what notwere most annoyingly slow; but time cured that. It was the crew that troubled me. I wished a round score of menin case of natives, buccaneers, or the odious Frenchand I had the worry of the deuce itself to find so much as half a dozen, till the most remarkable stroke of fortune brought me the very man that I required. I was standing on the dock, when, by the merest accident, I fell in talk with him. I found he was an old sailor, kept a publichouse, knew all the seafaring men in Bristol, had lost his health ashore, and wanted a good berth as cook to get to sea again. He had hobbled down there that morning, he said, to get a smell of the salt. I was monstrously touchedso would you have beenand, out of pure pity, I engaged him on the spot to be ships cook. Long John Silver, he is called, and has lost a leg; but that I regarded as a recommendation, since he lost it in his countrys service, under the immortal Hawke. He has no pension, Livesey. Imagine the abominable age we live in! Well, sir, I thought I had only found a cook, but it was a crew I had discovered. Between Silver and myself we got together in a few days a company of the toughest old salts imaginablenot pretty to look at, but fellows, by their faces, of the most indomitable spirit. I declare we could fight a frigate. Long John even got rid of two out of the six or seven I had already engaged. He showed me in a moment that they were just the sort of freshwater swabs we had to fear in an adventure of importance. I am in the most magnificent health and spirits, eating like a bull, sleeping like a tree, yet I shall not enjoy a moment till I hear my old tarpaulins tramping round the capstan. Seaward, ho! Hang the treasure! Its the glory of the sea that has turned my head. So now, Livesey, come post; do not lose an hour, if you respect 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 Trelawney Postscript.I did not tell you that Blandly, who, by the way, is to send a consort after us if we dont turn up by the end of August, had found an admirable fellow for sailing mastera stiff man, which I regret, but in all other respects a treasure. Long John Silver unearthed a very competent man for a mate, a man named Arrow. I have a boatswain who pipes, Livesey; so things shall go manowar fashion on board the good ship Hispaniola. I forgot to tell you that Silver is a man of substance; I know of my own knowledge that he has a bankers account, which has never been overdrawn. He leaves his wife to manage the inn; and as she is a woman of colour, a pair of old bachelors like you and I may be excused for guessing that it is the wife, quite as much as the health, that sends him back to roving. J. T. P.P.S.Hawkins may stay one night with his mother. J. T. You can fancy the excitement into which that letter put me. I was half beside myself with glee; and if ever I despised a man, it was old Tom Redruth, who could do nothing but grumble and lament. Any of the undergamekeepers would gladly have changed places with him; but such was not the squires pleasure, and the squires pleasure was like law among them all. Nobody but old Redruth would have dared so much as even to grumble. The next morning he and I set out on foot for the Admiral Benbow, and there I found my mother in good health and spirits. The captain, who had so long been a cause of so much discomfort, was gone where the wicked cease from troubling. The squire had had everything repaired, and the public rooms and the sign repainted, and had added some furnitureabove all a beautiful armchair for mother in the bar. He had found her a boy as an apprentice also so that she should not want help while I was gone. It was on seeing that boy that I understood, for the first time, my situation. I had thought up to that moment of the adventures before me, not at all of the home that I was leaving; and now, at sight of this clumsy stranger, who was to stay here in my place beside my mother, I had my first attack of tears. I am afraid I led that boy a dogs life, for as he was new to the work, I had a hundred opportunities of setting him right and putting him down, and I was not slow to profit by them. 0087m The night passed, and the next day, after dinner, Redruth and I were afoot again and on the road. I said goodbye to Mother and the cove where I had lived since I was born, and the dear old Admiral Benbowsince he was repainted, no longer quite so dear. One of my last thoughts was of the captain, who had so often strode along the beach with his cocked hat, his sabrecut cheek, and his old brass telescope. Next moment we had turned the corner and my home was out of sight. The mail picked us up about dusk at the Royal George on the heath. I was wedged in between Redruth and a stout old gentleman, and in spite of the swift motion and the cold night air, I must have dozed a great deal from the very first, and then slept like a log up hill and down dale through stage after stage, for when I was awakened at last it was by a punch in the ribs, and I opened my eyes to find that we were standing still before a large building in a city street and that the day had already broken a long time. Where are we? I asked. Bristol, said Tom. Get down. Mr. Trelawney had taken up his residence at an inn far down the docks to superintend the work upon the schooner. Thither we had now to walk, and our way, to my great delight, lay along the quays and beside the great multitude of ships of all sizes and rigs and nations. In one, sailors were singing at their work, in another there were men aloft, high over my head, hanging to threads that seemed no thicker than a spiders. Though I had lived by the shore all my life, I seemed never to have been near the sea till then. The smell of tar and salt was something new. I saw the most wonderful figureheads, that had all been far over the ocean. I saw, besides, many old sailors, with rings in their ears, and whiskers curled in ringlets, and tarry pigtails, and their swaggering, clumsy seawalk; and if I had seen as many kings or archbishops I could not have been more delighted. And I was going to sea myself, to sea in a schooner, with a piping boatswain and pigtailed singing seamen, to sea, bound for an unknown island, and to seek for buried treasure! While I was still in this delightful dream, we came suddenly in front of a large inn and met Squire Trelawney, all dressed out like a seaofficer, in stout blue cloth, coming out of the door with a smile on his face and a capital imitation of a sailors walk. Here you are, he cried, and the doctor came last night from London. Bravo! The ships company complete! Oh, sir, cried I, when do we sail? Sail! says he. We sail tomorrow! 0090m VIII At the Sign of the Spyglass 9090m hen I had done breakfasting the squire gave me a note addressed to John Silver, at the sign of the Spyglass, and told me I should easily find the place by following the line of the docks and keeping a bright lookout for a little tavern with a large brass telescope for sign. I set off, overjoyed at this opportunity to see some more of the ships and seamen, and picked my way among a great crowd of people and carts and bales, for the dock was now at its busiest, until I found the tavern in question. It was a bright enough little place of entertainment. The sign was newly painted; the windows had neat red curtains; the floor was cleanly sanded. There was a street on each side and an open door on both, which made the large, low room pretty clear to see in, in spite of clouds of tobacco smoke. The customers were mostly seafaring men, and they talked so loudly that I hung at the door, almost afraid to enter. As I was waiting, a man came out of a side room, and at a glance I was sure he must be Long John. His left leg was cut off close by the hip, and under the left shoulder he carried a crutch, which he managed with wonderful dexterity, hopping about upon it like a bird. He was very tall and strong, with a face as big as a hamplain and pale, but intelligent and smiling. Indeed, he seemed in the most cheerful spirits, whistling as he moved about among the tables, with a merry word or a slap on the shoulder for the more favoured of his guests. Now, to tell you the truth, from the very first mention of Long John in Squire Trelawneys letter I had taken a fear in my mind that he might prove to be the very onelegged sailor whom I had watched for so long at the old Benbow. But one look at the man before me was enough. I had seen the captain, and Black Dog, and the blind man, Pew, and I thought I knew what a buccaneer was likea very different creature, according to me, from this clean and pleasanttempered landlord. 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. Mr. Silver, sir? I asked, holding out the note. Yes, my lad, said he; such is my name, to be sure. And who may you be? And then as he saw the squires letter, he seemed to me to give something almost like a start. Oh! said he, quite loud, and offering his hand. I see. You are our new cabinboy; pleased I am to see you. And he took my hand in his large firm grasp. Just then one of the customers at the far side rose suddenly and made for the door. It was close by him, and he was out in the street in a moment. But his hurry had attracted my notice, and I recognized him at glance. It was the tallowfaced man, wanting two fingers, who had come first to the Admiral Benbow. 0093m Oh, I cried, stop him! Its Black Dog! I dont care two coppers who he is, cried Silver. But he hasnt paid his score. Harry, run and catch him. One of the others who was nearest the door leaped up and started in pursuit. If he were Admiral Hawke he shall pay his score, cried Silver; and then, relinquishing my hand, Who did you say he was? he asked. Black what? Dog, sir, said I. Has Mr. Trelawney not told you of the buccaneers? He was one of them. So? cried Silver. In my house! Ben, run and help Harry. One of those swabs, was he? Was that you drinking with him, Morgan? Step up here. The man whom he called Morganan old, greyhaired, mahoganyfaced sailorcame forward pretty sheepishly, rolling his quid. Now, Morgan, said Long John very sternly, you never clapped your eyes on that BlackBlack Dog before, did you, now? Not I, sir, said Morgan with a salute. You didnt know his name, did you? No, sir. By the powers, Tom Morgan, its as good for you! exclaimed the landlord. If you had been mixed up with the like of that, you would never have put another foot in my house, you may lay to that. And what was he saying to you? I dont rightly know, sir, answered Morgan. Do you call that a head on your shoulders, or a blessed deadeye? cried Long John. Dont rightly know, dont you! Perhaps you dont happen to rightly know who you was speaking to, perhaps? Come, now, what was he jawingvyages, capns, ships? Pipe up! What was it? We was atalkin of keelhauling, answered Morgan. Keelhauling, was you? And a mighty suitable thing, too, and you may lay to that. Get back to your place for a lubber, Tom. And then, as Morgan rolled back to his seat, Silver added to me in a confidential whisper that was very flattering, as I thought, Hes quite an honest man, Tom Morgan, ony stupid. And now, he ran on again, aloud, lets seeBlack Dog? No, I dont know the name, not I. Yet I kind of think Iveyes, Ive seen the swab. He used to come here with a blind beggar, he used. That he did, you may be sure, said I. I knew that blind man too. His name was Pew. It was! cried Silver, now quite excited. Pew! That were his name for certain. Ah, he looked a shark, he did! If we run down this Black Dog, now, therell be news for Capn Trelawney! Bens a good runner; few seamen run better than Ben. He should run him down, hand over hand, by the powers! He talked o keelhauling, did he? Ill keelhaul him! All the time he was jerking out these phrases he was stumping up and down the tavern on his crutch, slapping tables with his hand, and giving such a show of excitement as would have convinced an Old Bailey judge or a Bow Street runner. My suspicions had been thoroughly reawakened on finding Black Dog at the Spyglass, and I watched the cook narrowly. But he was too deep, and too ready, and too clever for me, and by the time the two men had come back out of breath and confessed that they had lost the track in a crowd, and been scolded like thieves, I would have gone bail for the innocence of Long John Silver. See here, now, Hawkins, said he, heres a blessed hard thing on a man like me, now, aint it? Theres Capn Trelawneywhats he to think? Here I have this confounded son of a Dutchman sitting in my own house drinking of my own rum! Here you comes and tells me of it plain; and here I let him give us all the slip before my blessed deadlights! Now, Hawkins, you do me justice with the capn. Youre a lad, you are, but youre as smart as paint. I see that when you first come in. Now, here it is What could I do, with this old timber I hobble on? When I was an A B master mariner Id have come up alongside of him, hand over hand, and broached him to in a brace of old shakes, I would; but now And then, all of a sudden, he stopped, and his jaw dropped as though he had remembered something. The score! he burst out. Three goes o rum! Why, shiver my timbers, if I hadnt forgotten my score! 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. Why, what a precious old seacalf I am! he said at last, wiping his cheeks. You and me should get on well, Hawkins, for Ill take my davy I should be rated ships boy. But come now, stand by to go about. This wont do. Dooty is dooty, messmates. Ill put on my old cockerel hat, and step along of you to Capn Trelawney, and report this here affair. For mind you, its serious, young Hawkins; and neither you nor mes come out of it with what I should make so bold as to call credit. Nor you neither, says you; not smartnone of the pair of us smart. But dash my buttons! That was a good un about my score. 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. On our little walk along the quays, he made himself the most interesting companion, telling me about the different ships that we passed by, their rig, tonnage, and nationality, explaining the work that was going forwardhow one was discharging, another taking in cargo, and a third making ready for seaand every now and then telling me some little anecdote of ships or seamen or repeating a nautical phrase till I had learned it perfectly. I began to see that here was one of the best of possible shipmates. When we got to the inn, the squire and Dr. Livesey were seated together, finishing a quart of ale with a toast in it, before they should go aboard the schooner on a visit of inspection. Long John told the story from first to last, with a great deal of spirit and the most perfect truth. That was how it were, now, werent it, Hawkins? he would say, now and again, and I could always bear him entirely out. 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. All hands aboard by four this afternoon, shouted the squire after him. Aye, aye, sir, cried the cook, in the passage. Well, squire, said Dr. Livesey, I dont put much faith in your discoveries, as a general thing; but I will say this, John Silver suits me. The mans a perfect trump, declared the squire. And now, added the doctor, Jim may come on board with us, may he not? To be sure he may, says squire. Take your hat, Hawkins, and well see the ship. 0098m IX Powder and Arms 9098m he Hispaniola lay some way out, and we went under the figureheads and round the sterns of many other ships, and their cables sometimes grated underneath our keel, and sometimes swung above us. At last, however, we got alongside, and were met and saluted as we stepped aboard by the mate, Mr. Arrow, a brown old sailor with earrings in his ears and a squint. He and the squire were very thick and friendly, but I soon observed that things were not the same between Mr. Trelawney and the captain. This last was a sharplooking 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. Captain Smollett, sir, axing to speak with you, said he. I am always at the captains orders. Show him in, said the squire. The captain, who was close behind his messenger, entered at once and shut the door behind him. Well, Captain Smollett, what have you to say? All well, I hope; all shipshape and seaworthy? Well, sir, said the captain, better speak plain, I believe, even at the risk of offence. I dont like this cruise; I dont like the men; and I dont like my officer. Thats short and sweet. Perhaps, sir, you dont like the ship? inquired the squire, very angry, as I could see. I cant speak as to that, sir, not having seen her tried, said the captain. She seems a clever craft; more I cant say. Possibly, sir, you may not like your employer, either? says the squire. But here Dr. Livesey cut in. Stay a bit, said he, stay a bit. No use of such questions as that but to produce ill feeling. The captain has said too much or he has said too little, and Im bound to say that I require an explanation of his words. You dont, you say, like this cruise. Now, why? I was engaged, sir, on what we call sealed orders, to sail this ship for that gentleman where he should bid me, said the captain. So far so good. But now I find that every man before the mast knows more than I do. I dont call that fair, now, do you? No, said Dr. Livesey, I dont. Next, said the captain, I learn we are going after treasurehear it from my own hands, mind you. Now, treasure is ticklish work; I dont like treasure voyages on any account, and I dont like them, above all, when they are secret and when (begging your pardon, Mr. Trelawney) the secret has been told to the parrot. Silvers parrot? asked the squire. Its a way of speaking, said the captain. Blabbed, I mean. Its my belief neither of you gentlemen know what you are about, but Ill tell you my way of itlife or death, and a close run. That is all clear, and, I dare say, true enough, replied Dr. Livesey. We take the risk, but we are not so ignorant as you believe us. Next, you say you dont like the crew. Are they not good seamen? I dont like them, sir, returned Captain Smollett. And I think I should have had the choosing of my own hands, if you go to that. Perhaps you should, replied the doctor. My friend should, perhaps, have taken you along with him; but the slight, if there be one, was unintentional. And you dont like Mr. Arrow? I dont, sir. I believe hes a good seaman, but hes too free with the crew to be a good officer. A mate should keep himself to himselfshouldnt drink with the men before the mast! Do you mean he drinks? cried the squire. No, sir, replied the captain, only that hes too familiar. Well, now, and the short and long of it, captain? asked the doctor. Tell us what you want. Well, gentlemen, are you determined to go on this cruise? Like iron, answered the squire. Very good, said the captain. Then, as youve heard me very patiently, saying things that I could not prove, hear me a few words more. They are putting the powder and the arms in the fore hold. Now, you have a good place under the cabin; why not put them there?first point. Then, you are bringing four of your own people with you, and they tell me some of them are to be berthed forward. Why not give them the berths here beside the cabin?second point. Any more? asked Mr. Trelawney. One more, said the captain. Theres been too much blabbing already. Far too much, agreed the doctor. Ill tell you what Ive heard myself, continued Captain Smollett that you have a map of an island, that theres crosses on the map to show where treasure is, and that the island lies And then he named the latitude and longitude exactly. I never told that, cried the squire, to a soul! The hands know it, sir, returned the captain. Livesey, that must have been you or Hawkins, cried the squire. It doesnt much matter who it was, replied the doctor. And I could see that neither he nor the captain paid much regard to Mr. Trelawneys protestations. Neither did I, to be sure, he was so loose a talker; yet in this case I believe he was really right and that nobody had told the situation of the island. Well, gentlemen, continued the captain, I dont know who has this map; but I make it a point, it shall be kept secret even from me and Mr. Arrow. Otherwise I would ask you to let me resign. I see, said the doctor. You wish us to keep this matter dark and to make a garrison of the stern part of the ship, manned with my friends own people, and provided with all the arms and powder on board. In other words, you fear a mutiny. Sir, said Captain Smollett, with no intention to take offence, I deny your right to put words into my mouth. No captain, sir, would be justified in going to sea at all if he had ground enough to say that. As for Mr. Arrow, I believe him thoroughly honest; some of the men are the same; all may be for what I know. But I am responsible for the ships safety and the life of every man Jack aboard of her. I see things going, as I think, not quite right. And I ask you to take certain precautions or let me resign my berth. And thats all. Captain Smollett, began the doctor with a smile, did ever you hear the fable of the mountain and the mouse? Youll excuse me, I dare say, but you remind me of that fable. When you came in here, Ill stake my wig, you meant more than this. Doctor, said the captain, you are smart. When I came in here I meant to get discharged. I had no thought that Mr. Trelawney would hear a word. No more I would, cried the squire. Had Livesey not been here I should have seen you to the deuce. As it is, I have heard you. I will do as you desire, but I think the worse of you. Thats as you please, sir, said the captain. Youll find I do my duty. And with that he took his leave. Trelawney, said the doctor, contrary to all my notions, I believed you have managed to get two honest men on board with youthat man and John Silver. Silver, if you like, cried the squire; but as for that intolerable humbug, I declare I think his conduct unmanly, unsailorly, and downright unEnglish. Well, says the doctor, we shall see. When we came on deck, the men had begun already to take out the arms and powder, yohoing at their work, while the captain and Mr. Arrow stood by superintending. The new arrangement was quite to my liking. The whole schooner had been overhauled; six berths had been made astern out of what had been the afterpart of the main hold; and this set of cabins was only joined to the galley and forecastle by a sparred passage on the port side. It had been originally meant that the captain, Mr. Arrow, Hunter, Joyce, the doctor, and the squire were to occupy these six berths. Now Redruth and I were to get two of them and Mr. Arrow and the captain were to sleep on deck in the companion, which had been enlarged on each side till you might almost have called it a roundhouse. Very low it was still, of course; but there was room to swing two hammocks, and even the mate seemed pleased with the arrangement. Even he, perhaps, had been doubtful as to the crew, but that is only guess, for as you shall hear, we had not long the benefit of his opinion. 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 shoreboat. The cook came up the side like a monkey for cleverness, and as soon as he saw what was doing, So ho, mates! says he. Whats this? Were achanging of the powder, Jack, answers one. Why, by the powers, cried Long John, if we do, well miss the morning tide! My orders! said the captain shortly. You may go below, my man. Hands will want supper. Aye, aye, sir, answered the cook, and touching his forelock, he disappeared at once in the direction of his galley. Thats a good man, captain, said the doctor. Very likely, sir, replied Captain Smollett. Easy with that, meneasy, he ran on, to the fellows who were shifting the powder; and then suddenly observing me examining the swivel we carried amidships, a long brass nine, Here you, ships boy, he cried, out o that! Off with you to the cook and get some work. 0103m And then as I was hurrying off I heard him say, quite loudly, to the doctor, Ill have no favourites on my ship. I assure you I was quite of the squires way of thinking, and hated the captain deeply. 0106m X The Voyage 9106m ll that night we were in a great bustle getting things stowed in their place, and boatfuls of the squires friends, Mr. Blandly and the like, coming off to wish him a good voyage and a safe return. We never had a night at the Admiral Benbow when I had half the work; and I was dogtired when, a little before dawn, the boatswain sounded his pipe and the crew began to man the capstanbars.