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Treasure Island








PART ONE  The Old Buccaneer








I

The Old Sea-dog at the Admiral Benbow







Squire 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, Itake 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 sea-chest following behind him in a hand-barrow  a tall, strong, heavy, nut-brown 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. Iremember him looking round the cove and whistling to himself as he did so, and then breaking out in that old sea-song that he sang so often afterwards:

		Fifteen men on the dead man's chest
		Yo-ho-ho, 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 grog-shop. 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. I'll stay here a bit, he continued. I'm a plain man; rum and bacon and eggs is what Iwant, and that head up there for to watch ships off. What you mought call me? You mought call me captain. Oh, Isee what you're at  there; and he threw down three or four gold pieces on the threshold. You can tell me when I've 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, Isuppose, 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 fog-horn; 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 Iwas, 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 Iwould only keep my weather-eye 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 Iapplied 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 four-penny piece, and repeat his orders to look out for the seafaring man with one leg.

How that personage haunted my dreams, Ineed 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, Iwould 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 Ipaid pretty dear for my monthly fourpenny piece, in the shape of these abominable fancies.

But though Iwas so terrified by the idea of the seafaring man with one leg, Iwas 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 sea-songs, 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 Ihave heard the house shaking with Yo-ho-ho, 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 were  about 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 Ireally 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 sea-dog 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. Ihave seen him wringing his hands after such a rebuff, and Iam 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. Iremember 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 sea-chest 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. Ifollowed him in, and Iremember 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 he  the captain, that is  began to pipe up his eternal song:

		Fifteen men on the dead man's chest
		Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!
		Drink and the devil had done for the rest
		Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!

At first Ihad supposed the dead man's 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 one-legged 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 Iobserved 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. Livesey's; 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 fellow's fury was awful. He sprang to his feet, drew and opened a sailor's clasp-knife, and balancing it open on the palm of his hand, threatened to pin the doctor to the wall.

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, Ipromise, upon my honour, you shall hang at the next assizes.

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 Inow know there's such a fellow in my district, you may count I'll have an eye upon you day and night. I'm not a doctor only; I'm a magistrate; and if Icatch a breath of complaint against you, if it's only for a piece of incivility like tonight's, I'll take effectual means to have you hunted down and routed out of this. Let that suffice.








Soon after, Dr. Livesey's horse came to the door and he rode away, but the captain held his peace that evening, and for many evenings to come.




II

Black Dog Appears and Disappears







It 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 Ihad 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 early  a pinching, frosty morning  the cove all grey with hoar-frost, 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. Iremember his breath hanging like smoke in his wake as he strode off, and the last sound Iheard 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 Iwas laying the breakfast-table against the captain's return when the parlour door opened and a man stepped in on whom Ihad 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. Ihad always my eye open for seafaring men, with one leg or two, and Iremember 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 Iwas going out of the room to fetch it, he sat down upon a table and motioned me to draw near. Ipaused where Iwas, 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 Idid 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. We'll put it, for argument like, that your captain has a cut on one cheek  and we'll put it, if you like, that that cheek's the right one. Ah, well! Itold 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 Ihad 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, this'll 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 Ihad my own reasons for thinking that the stranger was mistaken, even supposing he meant what he said. But it was no affair of mine, Ithought; 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 Istepped out myself into the road, but he immediately called me back, and as Idid 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 Iwas back again he returned to his former manner, half fawning, half sneering, patted me on the shoulder, told me Iwas 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 he's all the pride of my 'art. But the great thing for boys is discipline, sonny  discipline. Now, if you had sailed along of Bill, you wouldn't have stood there to be spoke to twice  not you. That was never Bill's way, nor the way of sich as sailed with him. And here, sure enough, is my mate Bill, with a spy-glass under his arm, bless his old 'art, to be sure. You and me'll just go back into the parlour, sonny, and get behind the door, and we'll give Bill a little surprise  bless his 'art, Isay 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. Iwas 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 Ithought 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, Ifelt 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! saidhe.

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 Ilost them two talons, holding up his mutilated hand.

Now, look here, said the captain; you've run me down; here Iam; well, then, speak up; what isit?

That's you, Bill, returned Black Dog, you're in the right of it, Billy. I'll have a glass of rum from this dear child here, as I've took such a liking to; and we'll sit down, if you please, and talk square, like old shipmates.

When Ireturned with the rum, they were already seated on either side of the captain's breakfast-table  Black Dog next to the door and sitting sideways so as to have one eye on his old shipmate and one, as Ithought, on his retreat.

He bade me go and leave the door wide open. None of your keyholes for me, sonny, he said; and Ileft them together and retired into the bar.

For a long time, though Icertainly did my best to listen, Icould hear nothing but a low gattling; but at last the voices began to grow higher, and Icould 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, sayI.

Then all of a sudden there was a tremendous explosion of oaths and other noises  the chair and table went over in a lump, a clash of steel followed, and then a cry of pain, and the next instant Isaw 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? criedI.

Rum, he repeated. I must get away from here. Rum! Rum!

I ran to fetch it, but Iwas quite unsteadied by all that had fallen out, and Ibroke one glass and fouled the tap, and while Iwas still getting in my own way, Iheard 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 death-hurt in the scuffle with the stranger. Igot 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 fiddle-stick's end! said the doctor. No more wounded than you or I. The man has had a stroke, as Iwarned him. Now, Mrs. Hawkins, just you run upstairs to your husband and tell him, if possible, nothing about it. For my part, Imust do my best to save this fellow's trebly worthless life; Jim, you get me a basin.

When Igot back with the basin, the doctor had already ripped up the captain's sleeve and exposed his great sinewy arm. It was tattooed in several places. Here's 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 it  done, as Ithought, with great spirit.

Prophetic, said the doctor, touching this picture with his finger. And now, Master Billy Bones, if that be your name, we'll 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, Where's 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 Itold you; and Ihave just, very much against my own will, dragged you headforemost out of the grave. Now, Mr. Bones 

That's not my name, he interrupted.

Much Icare, returned the doctor. It's the name of a buccaneer of my acquaintance; and Icall you by it for the sake of shortness, and what Ihave to say to you is this; one glass of rum won't kill you, but if you take one you'll take another and another, and Istake my wig if you don't break off short, you'll die  do you understand that? die, and go to your own place, like the man in the Bible. Come, now, make an effort. I'll 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 conscience  the 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 is  that is the best thing for him and you; but another stroke would settle him.




III

The Black Spot







About noon Istopped at the captain's door with some cooling drinks and medicines. He was lying very much as we had left him, only a little higher, and he seemed both weak and excited.

Jim, he said, you're the only one here that's worth anything, and you know I've been always good to you. Never a month but I've given you a silver fourpenny for yourself. And now you see, mate, I'm pretty low, and deserted by all; and Jim, you'll bring me one noggin of rum, now, won't you, matey?

The doctor  Ibegan.

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? Ibeen in places hot as pitch, and mates dropping round with Yellow Jack, and the blessed land a-heaving like the sea with earthquakes  what do the doctor know of lands like that? and Ilived on rum, Itell you. It's been meat and drink, and man and wife, to me; and if I'm not to have my rum now I'm a poor old hulk on a lee shore, my blood'll 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 can't keep 'em still, not I. Ihaven't had a drop this blessed day. That doctor's a fool, Itell you. If Idon't have a dram o' rum, Jim, I'll have the horrors; Iseen some on 'em already. Iseen old Flint in the corner there, behind you; as plain as print, Iseen him; and if Iget the horrors, I'm a man that has lived rough, and I'll raise Cain. Your doctor hisself said one glass wouldn't hurt me. I'll 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, Iwas reassured by the doctor's 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. I'll get you one glass, and no more.

When Ibrought it to him, he seized it greedily and drank it out.

Aye, aye, said he, that's some better, sure enough. And now, matey, did that doctor say how long Iwas to lie here in this old berth?

A week at least, saidI.

Thunder! he cried. A week! Ican't do that; they'd have the black spot on me by then. The lubbers is going about to get the wind of me this blessed moment; lubbers as couldn't keep what they got, and want to nail what is another's. Is that seamanly behaviour, now, Iwant to know? But I'm a saving soul. Inever wasted good money of mine, nor lost it neither; and I'll trick 'em again. I'm not afraid on 'em. I'll 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 doctor's done me, he murmured. My ears is singing. Lay me back.

Before Icould 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? Iasked.

Ah! Black Dog, says he. He's a bad 'un; but there's worse that put him on. Now, if Ican't get away nohow, and they tip me the black spot, mind you, it's my old sea-chest they're after; you get on a horse  you can, can't you? Well, then, you get on a horse, and go to  well, yes, Iwill! to that eternal doctor swab, and tell him to pipe all hands  magistrates and sich  and he'll lay 'em aboard at the Admiral Benbow  all old Flint's crew, man and boy, all on 'em that's left. Iwas first mate, Iwas, old Flint's first mate, and I'm the on'y one as knows the place. He gave it me at Savannah, when he lay a-dying, like as if Iwas to now, you see. But you won't peach unless they get the black spot on me, or unless you see that Black Dog again or a seafaring man with one leg, Jim  him above all.

But what is the black spot, captain? Iasked.

That's a summons, mate. I'll tell you if they get that. But you keep your weather-eye open, Jim, and I'll share with you equals, upon my honour.

He wandered a little longer, his voice growing weaker; but soon after Ihad given him his medicine, which he took like a child, with the remark, If ever a seaman wanted drugs, it's me, he fell at last into a heavy, swoon-like sleep, in which Ileft him. What Ishould have done had all gone well Ido not know. Probably Ishould have told the whole story to the doctor, for Iwas 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 Ihad 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, Iam 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 sea-song; 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 father's death. Ihave 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 love-song 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 o'clock of a bitter, foggy, frosty afternoon, Iwas standing at the door for a moment, full of sad thoughts about my father, when Isaw 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 sea-cloak with a hood that made him appear positively deformed. Inever saw in my life a more dreadful-looking figure. He stopped a little from the inn, and raising his voice in an odd sing-song, 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, England  and God bless King George! where or in what part of this country he may nowbe?

You are at the Admiral Benbow, Black Hill Cove, my good man, saidI.

I hear a voice, said he, a young voice. Will you give me your hand, my kind young friend, and lead mein?

I held out my hand, and the horrible, soft-spoken, eyeless creature gripped it in a moment like a vise. Iwas so much startled that Istruggled 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 Idare not.

Oh, he sneered, that's it! Take me in straight or I'll break your arm.

And he gave it, as he spoke, a wrench that made me cry out.

Sir, said I, it is for yourself Imean. The captain is not what he used to be. He sits with a drawn cutlass. Another gentleman 

Come, now, march, interrupted he; and Inever heard a voice so cruel, and cold, and ugly as that blind man's. It cowed me more than the pain, and Ibegan 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 Icould carry. Lead me straight up to him, and when I'm in view, cry out, 'Here's a friend for you, Bill.' If you don't, I'll do this, and with that he gave me a twitch that Ithought would have made me faint. Between this and that, Iwas so utterly terrified of the blind beggar that Iforgot my terror of the captain, and as Iopened the parlour door, cried out the words he had ordered in a trembling voice.

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 Ido not believe he had enough force left in his body.

Now, Bill, sit where you are, said the beggar. If Ican't see, Ican 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 Isaw him pass something from the hollow of the hand that held his stick into the palm of the captain's, which closed upon it instantly.

And now that's 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 Istill stood motionless, Icould hear his stick go tap-tap-tapping into the distance.

It was some time before either Ior the captain seemed to gather our senses, but at length, and about at the same moment, Ireleased his wrist, which Iwas still holding, and he drew in his hand and looked sharply into the palm.

Ten o'clock! he cried. Six hours. We'll 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 Ihad certainly never liked the man, though of late Ihad begun to pity him, but as soon as Isaw that he was dead, Iburst into a flood of tears. It was the second death Ihad known, and the sorrow of the first was still fresh in my heart.




IV

The Sea-chest







I lost no time, of course, in telling my mother all that Iknew, and perhaps should have told her long before, and we saw ourselves at once in a difficult and dangerous position. Some of the man's money  if he had any  was certainly due to us, but it was not likely that our captain's 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 man's debts. The captain's 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, Ijumped 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. Bare-headed 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 sound  nothing but the low wash of the ripple and the croaking of the inmates of the wood.

It was already candle-light when we reached the hamlet, and Ishall never forget how much Iwas 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. For  you would have thought men would have been ashamed of themselves  no soul would consent to return with us to the Admiral Benbow. The more we told of our troubles, the more  man, woman, and child  they 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 field-work 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 Kitt's Hole. For that matter, anyone who was a comrade of the captain's 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. Livesey's, 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 Idare. Back we will go, the way we came, and small thanks to you big, hulking, chicken-hearted men. We'll have that chest open, if we die for it. And I'll thank you for that bag, Mrs. Crossley, to bring back our lawful moneyin.

Of course Isaid Iwould 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 doctor's 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 behindus.

I slipped the bolt at once, and we stood and panted for a moment in the dark, alone in the house with the dead captain's body. Then my mother got a candle in the bar, and holding each other's 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 Ihad done so, we have to get the key off that; and who's to touch it, Ishould 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. Icould not doubt that this was the black spot;and taking it up, Ifound 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 Isaid 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 Ibegan to despair.

Perhaps it's round his neck, suggested my mother.

Overcoming a strong repugnance, Itore open his shirt at the neck, and there, sure enough, hanging to a bit of tarry string, which Icut 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 seaman's 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 began  a 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. Ihave 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 boat-cloak, whitened with sea-salt on many a harbour-bar. 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.

I'll show these rogues that I'm an honest woman, said my mother. I'll have my dues, and not a farthing over. Hold Mrs. Crossley's bag. And she began to count over the amount of the captain's score from the sailor's bag into the one that Iwas holding.








It was a long, difficult business, for the coins were of all countries and sizes  doubloons, and louis d'ors, and guineas, and pieces of eight, and Iknow 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 half-way through, Isuddenly put my hand upon her arm, for Ihad heard in the silent frosty air a sound that brought my heart into my mouth  the tap-tapping of the blind man's 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 let's be going, for Iwas sure the bolted door must have seemed suspicious and would bring the whole hornet's nest about our ears, though how thankful Iwas that Ihad 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 ofus.

I'll take what Ihave, she said, jumping to her feet.

And I'll 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 half-way 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. Iam going to faint.

This was certainly the end for both of us, Ithought. How Icursed the cowardice of the neighbours; how Iblamed 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 Ihelped her, tottering as she was, to the edge of the bank, where, sure enough, she gave a sigh and fell on my shoulder. Ido not know how Ifound the strength to do it at all, and Iam afraid it was roughly done, but Imanaged to drag her down the bank and a little way under the arch. Farther Icould not move her, for the bridge was too low to let me do more than crawl below it. So there we had to stay  my mother almost entirely exposed and both of us within earshot of the inn.




V

The Last of the Blind Man







My curiosity, in a sense, was stronger than my fear, for Icould not remain where Iwas, but crept back to the bank again, whence, sheltering my head behind a bush of broom, Imight command the road before our door. Iwas 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 Imade out, even through the mist, that the middle man of this trio was the blind beggar. The next moment his voice showed me that Iwas right.

Down with the door! he cried.

Aye, aye, sir! answered two or three; and a rush was made upon the Admiral Benbow, the lantern-bearer following; and then Icould 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, Bill's 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 captain's 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, they've been before us. Someone's turned the chest out alow and aloft.

Is it there? roared Pew.

The money's there.

The blind man cursed the money.

Flint's fist, Imean, he cried.

We don't 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 captain's body, came to the door of the inn. Bill's been overhauled a'ready, said he; nothin' left.

It's these people of the inn  it's that boy. Iwish Ihad put his eyes out! cried the blind man, Pew. There were no time ago  they had the door bolted when Itried 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 to-do through all our old inn, heavy feet pounding to and fro, furniture thrown over, doors kicked in, until the very rocks re-echoed 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 captain's money was once more clearly audible through the night, but this time twice repeated. Ihad thought it to be the blind man's trumpet, so to speak, summoning his crew to the assault, but Inow 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.

There's Dirk again, said one. Twice! We'll have to budge, mates.

Budge, you skulk! cried Pew. Dirk was a fool and a coward from the first  you wouldn't mind him. They must be close by; they can't be far; you have your hands on it. Scatter and look for them, dogs! Oh, shiver my soul, he cried, if Ihad eyes!

This appeal seemed to produce some effect, for two of the fellows began to look here and there among the lumber, but half-heartedly, Ithought, 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! You'd be as rich as kings if you could find it, and you know it's here, and you stand there skulking. There wasn't one of you dared face Bill, and Idid it  a blind man! And I'm to lose my chance for you! I'm to be a poor, crawling beggar, sponging for rum, when Imight be rolling in a coach! If you had the pluck of a weevil in a biscuit you would catch them still.

Hang it, Pew, we've got the doubloons! grumbled one.

They might have hid the blessed thing, said another. Take the Georges, Pew, and don't stand here squalling.

Squalling was the word for it; Pew's 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.

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 hamlet  the tramp of horses galloping. Almost at the same time a pistol-shot, 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 Iknow 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 won't leave old Pew, mates  not 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 Isoon saw what they were. One, tailing out behind the rest, was a lad that had gone from the hamlet to Dr. Livesey's; 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 Kitt's Hole had found its way to Supervisor Dance and set him forth that night in our direction, and to that circumstance my mother and Iowed 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 Kitt's 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. They've got off clean, and there's an end. Only, he added, I'm glad Itrod on Master Pew's 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 captain's money-bag and a little silver from the till, Icould 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, Isuppose?

No, sir; not money, Ithink, replied I. In fact, sir, Ibelieve Ihave the thing in my breast pocket; and to tell you the truth, Ishould like to get it put in safety.

To be sure, boy; quite right, said he. I'll take it, if you like.

I thought perhaps Dr. Livesey  Ibegan.

Perfectly right, he interrupted very cheerily, perfectly right  a gentleman and a magistrate. And, now Icome to think of it, Imight as well ride round there myself and report to him or squire. Master Pew's dead, when all's done; not that Iregret it, but he's dead, you see, and people will make it out against an officer of his Majesty's revenue, if make it out they can. Now, I'll tell you, Hawkins, if you like, I'll take you along.

I thanked him heartily for the offer, and we walked back to the hamlet where the horses were. By the time Ihad 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 Iwas mounted, holding on to Dogger's belt, the supervisor gave the word, and the party struck out at a bouncing trot on the road to Dr. Livesey's house.




VI

The Captain's Papers







We rode hard all the way till we drew up before Dr. Livesey's door. The house was all dark to the front.

Mr. Dance told me to jump down and knock, and Dogger gave me a stirrup to descend by. The door was opened almost at once by the maid.

Is Dr. Livesey in? Iasked.

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, Idid not mount, but ran with Dogger's stirrup-leather 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, rough-and-ready 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 squire's 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 close-cropped 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, Iregard it as an act of virtue, sir, like stamping on a cockroach. This lad Hawkins is a trump, Iperceive. 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 Majesty's service; but Imean to keep Jim Hawkins here to sleep at my house, and with your permission, Ipropose 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 Imade a hearty supper, for Iwas 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, Isuppose?

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, Itell you, sir, Iwas sometimes proud he was an Englishman. I've seen his top-sails with these eyes, off Trinidad, and the cowardly son of a rum-puncheon that Isailed with put back  put back, sir, into Port of Spain.

Well, I've 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 hot-headed and exclamatory that Icannot get a word in. What Iwant to know is this: Supposing that Ihave 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, Ifit out a ship in Bristol dock, and take you and Hawkins here along, and I'll have that treasure if Isearch a year.

Very well, said the doctor. Now, then, if Jim is agreeable, we'll 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 things  a book and a sealed paper.

First of all we'll try the book, observed the doctor.

The squire and Iwere both peering over his shoulder as he opened it, for Dr. Livesey had kindly motioned me to come round from the side-table, where Ihad 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. Icould 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 passedon.

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 account-books, 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 6217?20?, 192?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 can't make head or tail of this, said Dr. Livesey.

The thing is as clear as noonday, cried the squire. This is the black-hearted hound's account-book. These crosses stand for the names of ships or towns that they sank or plundered. The sums are the scoundrel's 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 her  coral 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 wasn't the one to be cheated.

And now, said the squire, for the other.

The paper had been sealed in several places with a thimble by way of seal; the very thimble, perhaps, that Ihad found in the captain's 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 land-locked harbours, and a hill in the centre part marked The Spy-glass. There were several additions of a later date, but above all, three crosses of red ink  two on the north part of the island, one in the southwest  and beside this last, in the same red ink, and in a small, neat hand, very different from the captain's tottery characters, these words: Bulk of treasure here.

Over on the back the same hand had written this further information:



Tall tree, Spy-glass shoulder, bearing a point to the N. of N.N.E.

Skeleton Island E.S.E. and byE.

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 onit.

The arms are easy found, in the sand-hill, N. point of north inlet cape, bearing E. and a quarterN.

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 Istart for Bristol. In three weeks' time  three weeks! two weeks  ten days  we'll have the best ship, sir, and the choicest crew in England. Hawkins shall come as cabin-boy. You'll make a famous cabin-boy, Hawkins. You, Livesey, are ship's doctor; Iam admiral. We'll take Redruth, Joyce, and Hunter. We'll 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, I'll go with you; and I'll go bail for it, so will Jim, and be a credit to the undertaking. There's only one man I'm afraidof.

And who's 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 tonight  bold, desperate blades, for sure  and the rest who stayed aboard that lugger, and more, Idare say, not far off, are, one and all, through thick and thin, bound that they'll get that money. We must none of us go alone till we get to sea. Jim and Ishall stick together in the meanwhile; you'll take Joyce and Hunter when you ride to Bristol, and from first to last, not one of us must breathe a word of what we've found.

Livesey, returned the squire, you are always in the right of it. I'll be as silent as the grave.




PART TWO  The Sea-cook








VII

I Go to Bristol







It was longer than the squire imagined ere we were ready for the sea, and none of our first plans  not even Dr. Livesey's, of keeping me beside him  could 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 Ilived on at the hall under the charge of old Redruth, the gamekeeper, almost a prisoner, but full of sea-dreams and the most charming anticipations of strange islands and adventures. Ibrooded by the hour together over the map, all the details of which Iwell remembered. Sitting by the fire in the housekeeper's room, Iapproached that island in my fancy from every possible direction; Iexplored every acre of its surface; Iclimbed a thousand times to that tall hill they call the Spy-glass, 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 Ifound  for the gamekeeper was a poor hand at reading anything but print  the following important news:

Old Anchor Inn, Bristol, March 1,17

Dear Livesey  As Ido not know whether you are at the hall or still in London, Isend this in double to both places.

The ship is bought and fitted. She lies at anchor, ready for sea. You never imagined a sweeter schooner  a child might sail her  two hundred tons; name, Hispaniola.

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, Imay say, did everyone in Bristol, as soon as they got wind of the port we sailed for  treasure, Imean.

Redruth, said I, interrupting the letter, Dr. Livesey will not like that. The squire has been talking, after all.

Well, who's a better right? growled the gamekeeper. A pretty rum go if squire ain't to talk for Dr. Livesey, Ishould think.

At that Igave up all attempts at commentary and read straighton:

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 high  the 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 sure  riggers and what not  were most annoyingly slow; but time cured that. It was the crew that troubledme.

I wished a round score of men  in case of natives, buccaneers, or the odious French  and Ihad 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 Irequired.

I was standing on the dock, when, by the merest accident, Ifell in talk with him. Ifound he was an old sailor, kept a public-house, 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 touched  so would you have been  and, out of pure pity, Iengaged him on the spot to be ship's cook. Long John Silver, he is called, and has lost a leg; but that Iregarded as a recommendation, since he lost it in his country's service, under the immortal Hawke. He has no pension, Livesey. Imagine the abominable age we livein!

Well, sir, Ithought Ihad only found a cook, but it was a crew Ihad discovered. Between Silver and myself we got together in a few days a company of the toughest old salts imaginable  not pretty to look at, but fellows, by their faces, of the most indomitable spirit. Ideclare we could fight a frigate.

Long John even got rid of two out of the six or seven Ihad already engaged. He showed me in a moment that they were just the sort of fresh-water 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 Ishall not enjoy a moment till Ihear my old tarpaulins tramping round the capstan. Seaward, ho! Hang the treasure! It's the glory of the sea that has turned my head. So now, Livesey, come post; do not lose an hour, if you respectme.




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