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nor ever was. But youâre able to hear, I reckon;
leastways, your ears is big enough. Now, hereâs what I
say: youâll berth forward, and youâll live hard, and
youâll speak soft, and youâll keep sober till I give
the word; and you may lay to that, my son.â
âWell, I donât say no, do I?â growled the coxswain.
âWhat I say is, when? Thatâs what I say.â
âWhen! By the powers!â cried Silver. âWell now, if
you want to know, Iâll tell you when. The last moment
I can manage, and thatâs when. Hereâs a first-rate
seaman, Capân Smollett, sails the blessed ship for us.
Hereâs this squire and doctor with a map and suchâI
donât know where it is, do I? No more do you, says
you. Well then, I mean this squire and doctor shall
find the stuff, and help us to get it aboard, by the
powers. Then weâll see. If I was sure of you all,
sons of double Dutchmen, Iâd have Capân Smollett
navigate us half-way back again before I struck.â
âWhy, weâre all seamen aboard here, I should think,â
said the lad Dick.
âWeâre all forecastle hands, you mean,â snapped Silver. âWe
can steer a course, but whoâs to set one? Thatâs what all you
gentlemen split on, first and last. If I had my way, Iâd have
Capân Smollett work us back into the trades at least; then weâd
have no blessed miscalculations and a spoonful of water a day.
But I know the sort you are. Iâll finish with âem at the
island, as soonâs the bluntâs on board, and a pity it is. But
youâre never happy till youâre drunk. Split my sides, Iâve a
sick heart to sail with the likes of you!â
âEasy all, Long John,â cried Israel. âWhoâs a-crossinâ
of you?â
âWhy, how many tall ships, think ye, now, have I seen
laid aboard? And how many brisk lads drying in the sun
at Execution Dock?â cried Silver. âAnd all for this
same hurry and hurry and hurry. You hear me? I seen a
thing or two at sea, I have. If you would onây lay
your course, and a pâint to windward, you would ride in
carriages, you would. But not you! I know you. Youâll
have your mouthful of rum tomorrow, and go hang.â
âEverybody knowed you was a kind of a chapling, John;
but thereâs others as could hand and steer as well as
you,â said Israel. âThey liked a bit oâ fun, they did.
They wasnât so high and dry, nohow, but took their
fling, like jolly companions every one.â
âSo?â says Silver. âWell, and where are they now? Pew
was that sort, and he died a beggar-man. Flint was,
and he died of rum at Savannah. Ah, they was a sweet
crew, they was! Onây, where are they?â
âBut,â asked Dick, âwhen we do lay âem athwart, what
are we to do with âem, anyhow?â
âThereâs the man for me!â cried the cook admiringly.
âThatâs what I call business. Well, what would you
think? Put âem ashore like maroons? That would have
been Englandâs way. Or cut âem down like that much
pork? That would have been Flintâs, or Billy Bonesâs.â
âBilly was the man for that,â said Israel. ââDead men
donât bite,â says he. Well, heâs dead now hisself; he
knows the long and short on it now; and if ever a rough
hand come to port, it was Billy.â
âRight you are,â said Silver; ârough and ready. But
mark you here, Iâm an easy manâIâm quite the
gentleman, says you; but this time itâs serious. Dooty
is dooty, mates. I give my voteâdeath. When Iâm in
Parlyment and riding in my coach, I donât want none of
these sea-lawyers in the cabin a-coming home, unlooked
for, like the devil at prayers. Wait is what I say;
but when the time comes, why, let her rip!â
âJohn,â cries the coxswain, âyouâre a man!â
âYouâll say so, Israel when you see,â said Silver.
âOnly one thing I claimâI claim Trelawney. Iâll wring
his calfâs head off his body with these hands, Dick!â
he added, breaking off. âYou just jump up, like a
sweet lad, and get me an apple, to wet my pipe like.â
You may fancy the terror I was in! I should have
leaped out and run for it if I had found the strength,
but my limbs and heart alike misgave me. I heard Dick
begin to rise, and then someone seemingly stopped him,
and the voice of Hands exclaimed, âOh, stow that!
Donât you get sucking of that bilge, John. Letâs have
a go of the rum.â
âDick,â said Silver, âI trust you. Iâve a gauge on the
keg, mind. Thereâs the key; you fill a pannikin and
bring it up.â
Terrified as I was, I could not help thinking to myself
that this must have been how Mr. Arrow got the strong
waters that destroyed him.
Dick was gone but a little while, and during his
absence Israel spoke straight on in the cookâs ear. It
was but a word or two that I could catch, and yet I
gathered some important news, for besides other scraps
that tended to the same purpose, this whole clause was
audible: âNot another man of themâll jine.â Hence
there were still faithful men on board.
When Dick returned, one after another of the trio took
the pannikin and drankâone âTo luck,â another with a
âHereâs to old Flint,â and Silver himself saying, in a
kind of song, âHereâs to ourselves, and hold your luff,
plenty of prizes and plenty of duff.â
Just then a sort of brightness fell upon me in the
barrel, and looking up, I found the moon had risen and
was silvering the mizzen-top and shining white on the
luff of the fore-sail; and almost at the same time the
voice of the lookout shouted, âLand ho!â
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THERE was a great rush of feet across the deck. I
could hear people tumbling up from the cabin and the
forecastle, and slipping in an instant outside my
barrel, I dived behind the fore-sail, made a double
towards the stern, and came out upon the open deck in
time to join Hunter and Dr. Livesey in the rush for the
weather bow.
There all hands were already congregated. A belt of
fog had lifted almost simultaneously with the
appearance of the moon. Away to the southwest of us
we saw two low hills, about a couple of miles apart,
and rising behind one of them a third and higher hill,
whose peak was still buried in the fog. All three
seemed sharp and conical in figure.
So much I saw, almost in a dream, for I had not yet
recovered from my horrid fear of a minute or two
before. And then I heard the voice of Captain Smollett
issuing orders. The HISPANIOLA was laid a couple
of points nearer the wind and now sailed a course that
would just clear the island on the east.
âAnd now, men,â said the captain, when all was sheeted
home, âhas any one of you ever seen that land ahead?â
âI have, sir,â said Silver. âIâve watered there with a
trader I was cook in.â
âThe anchorage is on the south, behind an islet, I
fancy?â asked the captain.
âYes, sir; Skeleton Island they calls it. It were a
main place for pirates once, and a hand we had on board
knowed all their names for it. That hill to the
norâard they calls the Fore-mast Hill; there are three
hills in a row running southâardâfore, main, and
mizzen, sir. But the mainâthatâs the big un, with the
cloud on itâthey usually calls the Spy-glass, by
reason of a lookout they kept when they was in the
anchorage cleaning, for itâs there they cleaned their
ships, sir, asking your pardon.â
âI have a chart here,â says Captain Smollett. âSee if
thatâs the place.â
Long Johnâs eyes burned in his head as he took the
chart, but by the fresh look of the paper I knew he was
doomed to disappointment. This was not the map we
found in Billy Bonesâs chest, but an accurate copy,
complete in all thingsânames and heights and
soundingsâwith the single exception of the red crosses
and the written notes. Sharp as must have been his
annoyance, Silver had the strength of mind to hide it.
âYes, sir,â said he, âthis is the spot, to be sure, and
very prettily drawed out. Who might have done that, I
wonder? The pirates were too ignorant, I reckon. Aye,
here it is: âCapt. Kiddâs Anchorageââjust the name my
shipmate called it. Thereâs a strong current runs
along the south, and then away norâard up the west
coast. Right you was, sir,â says he, âto haul your
wind and keep the weather of the island. Leastways, if
such was your intention as to enter and careen, and
there ainât no better place for that in these waters.â
âThank you, my man,â says Captain Smollett. âIâll ask
you later on to give us a help. You may go.â
I was surprised at the coolness with which John avowed
his knowledge of the island, and I own I was half-frightened when I saw him drawing nearer to myself. He
did not know, to be sure, that I had overheard his
council from the apple barrel, and yet I had by this
time taken such a horror of his cruelty, duplicity, and
power that I could scarce conceal a shudder when he
laid his hand upon my arm.
âAh,â says he, âthis here is a sweet spot, this islandâ
a sweet spot for a lad to get ashore on. Youâll bathe,
and youâll climb trees, and youâll hunt goats, you will;
and youâll get aloft on them hills like a goat yourself.
Why, it makes me young again. I was going to forget my
timber leg, I was. Itâs a pleasant thing to be young and
have ten toes, and you may lay to that. When you want to
go a bit of exploring, you just ask old John, and heâll
put up a snack for you to take along.â
And clapping me in the friendliest way upon the
shoulder, he hobbled off forward and went below.
Captain Smollett, the squire, and Dr. Livesey were
talking together on the quarter-deck, and anxious as I
was to tell them my story, I durst not interrupt them
openly. While I was still casting about in my thoughts
to find some probable excuse, Dr. Livesey called me to
his side. He had left his pipe below, and being a slave
to tobacco, had meant that I should fetch it; but as soon
as I was near enough to speak and not to be overheard, I
broke immediately, âDoctor, let me speak. Get the captain
and squire down to the cabin, and then make some pretence
to send for me. I have terrible news.â
The doctor changed countenance a little, but next
moment he was master of himself.
âThank you, Jim,â said he quite loudly, âthat was all I
wanted to know,â as if he had asked me a question.
And with that he turned on his heel and rejoined the
other two. They spoke together for a little, and
though none of them started, or raised his voice, or so
much as whistled, it was plain enough that Dr. Livesey
had communicated my request, for the next thing that I
heard was the captain giving an order to Job Anderson,
and all hands were piped on deck.
âMy lads,â said Captain Smollett, âIâve a word to say
to you. This land
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