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“Don’t he?” replied the doctor. “Well, step up here,
Dick, and let me see your tongue. No, I should be
surprised if he did! The man’s tongue is fit to
frighten the French. Another fever.”
“Ah, there,” said Morgan, “that comed of sp’iling Bibles.”
“That comes—as you call it—of being arrant asses,”
retorted the doctor, “and not having sense enough to
know honest air from poison, and the dry land from a
vile, pestiferous slough. I think it most probable—
though of course it’s only an opinion—that you’ll all
have the deuce to pay before you get that malaria out
of your systems. Camp in a bog, would you? Silver,
I’m surprised at you. You’re less of a fool than many,
take you all round; but you don’t appear to me to have
the rudiments of a notion of the rules of health.
“Well,” he added after he had dosed them round and they
had taken his prescriptions, with really laughable humility,
more like charity schoolchildren than blood-guilty mutineers
and pirates—“well, that’s done for today. And now I should
wish to have a talk with that boy, please.”
And he nodded his head in my direction carelessly.
George Merry was at the door, spitting and spluttering
over some bad-tasted medicine; but at the first word of
the doctor’s proposal he swung round with a deep flush
and cried “No!” and swore.
Silver struck the barrel with his open hand.
“Silence!” he roared and looked about him positively
like a lion. “Doctor,” he went on in his usual tones,
“I was a-thinking of that, knowing as how you had a
fancy for the boy. We’re all humbly grateful for your
kindness, and as you see, puts faith in you and takes
the drugs down like that much grog. And I take it I’ve
found a way as’ll suit all. Hawkins, will you give me
your word of honour as a young gentleman—for a young
gentleman you are, although poor born—your word of
honour not to slip your cable?”
I readily gave the pledge required.
“Then, doctor,” said Silver, “you just step outside o’
that stockade, and once you’re there I’ll bring the boy
down on the inside, and I reckon you can yarn through
the spars. Good day to you, sir, and all our dooties
to the squire and Cap’n Smollett.”
The explosion of disapproval, which nothing but
Silver’s black looks had restrained, broke out
immediately the doctor had left the house. Silver was
roundly accused of playing double—of trying to make a
separate peace for himself, of sacrificing the
interests of his accomplices and victims, and, in one
word, of the identical, exact thing that he was doing.
It seemed to me so obvious, in this case, that I could
not imagine how he was to turn their anger. But he was
twice the man the rest were, and his last night’s
victory had given him a huge preponderance on their
minds. He called them all the fools and dolts you can
imagine, said it was necessary I should talk to the
doctor, fluttered the chart in their faces, asked them
if they could afford to break the treaty the very day
they were bound a-treasure-hunting.
“No, by thunder!” he cried. “It’s us must break the
treaty when the time comes; and till then I’ll gammon
that doctor, if I have to ile his boots with brandy.”
And then he bade them get the fire lit, and stalked out
upon his crutch, with his hand on my shoulder, leaving
them in a disarray, and silenced by his volubility
rather than convinced.
“Slow, lad, slow,” he said. “They might round upon us
in a twinkle of an eye if we was seen to hurry.”
Very deliberately, then, did we advance across the sand
to where the doctor awaited us on the other side of the
stockade, and as soon as we were within easy speaking
distance Silver stopped.
“You’ll make a note of this here also, doctor,” says
he, “and the boy’ll tell you how I saved his life, and
were deposed for it too, and you may lay to that.
Doctor, when a man’s steering as near the wind as me—
playing chuck-farthing with the last breath in his
body, like—you wouldn’t think it too much, mayhap, to
give him one good word? You’ll please bear in mind
it’s not my life only now—it’s that boy’s into the
bargain; and you’ll speak me fair, doctor, and give me
a bit o’ hope to go on, for the sake of mercy.”
Silver was a changed man once he was out there and had
his back to his friends and the block house; his cheeks
seemed to have fallen in, his voice trembled; never was
a soul more dead in earnest.
“Why, John, you’re not afraid?” asked Dr. Livesey.
“Doctor, I’m no coward; no, not I—not SO much!”
and he snapped his fingers. “If I was I wouldn’t say
it. But I’ll own up fairly, I’ve the shakes upon me
for the gallows. You’re a good man and a true; I never
seen a better man! And you’ll not forget what I done
good, not any more than you’ll forget the bad, I know.
And I step aside—see here—and leave you and Jim
alone. And you’ll put that down for me too, for it’s a
long stretch, is that!”
So saying, he stepped back a little way, till he was
out of earshot, and there sat down upon a tree-stump
and began to whistle, spinning round now and again upon
his seat so as to command a sight, sometimes of me and
the doctor and sometimes of his unruly ruffians as they
went to and fro in the sand between the fire—which
they were busy rekindling—and the house, from which
they brought forth pork and bread to make the breakfast.
“So, Jim,” said the doctor sadly, “here you are. As
you have brewed, so shall you drink, my boy. Heaven
knows, I cannot find it in my heart to blame you, but
this much I will say, be it kind or unkind: when
Captain Smollett was well, you dared not have gone off;
and when he was ill and couldn’t help it, by George, it
was downright cowardly!”
I will own that I here began to weep. “Doctor,” I
said, “you might spare me. I have blamed myself
enough; my life’s forfeit anyway, and I should have
been dead by now if Silver hadn’t stood for me; and
doctor, believe this, I can die—and I dare say I
deserve it—but what I fear is torture. If they come
to torture me—”
“Jim,” the doctor interrupted, and his voice was quite
changed, “Jim, I can’t have this. Whip over, and we’ll
run for it.”
“Doctor,” said I, “I passed my word.”
“I know, I know,” he cried. “We can’t help that, Jim,
now. I’ll take it on my shoulders, holus bolus, blame
and shame, my boy; but stay here, I cannot let you.
Jump! One jump, and you’re out, and we’ll run for it
like antelopes.”
“No,” I replied; “you know right well you wouldn’t do
the thing yourself—neither you nor squire nor captain;
and no more will I. Silver trusted me; I passed my
word, and back I go. But, doctor, you did not let me
finish. If they come to torture me, I might let slip a
word of where the ship is, for I got the ship, part by
luck and part by risking, and she lies in North Inlet,
on the southern beach, and just below high water. At
half tide she must be high and dry.”
“The ship!” exclaimed the doctor.
Rapidly I described to him my adventures, and he heard
me out in silence.
“There is a kind of fate in this,” he observed when I
had done. “Every step, it’s you that saves our lives;
and do you suppose by any chance that we are going to
let you lose yours? That would be a poor return, my
boy. You found out the plot; you found Ben Gunn—the
best deed that ever you did, or will do, though you
live to ninety. Oh, by Jupiter, and talking of Ben
Gunn! Why, this is the mischief in person. Silver!”
he cried. “Silver! I’ll give you a piece of advice,”
he continued as the cook drew near again; “don’t you be
in any great hurry after that treasure.”
“Why, sir, I do my possible, which that ain’t,” said
Silver. “I can only, asking your pardon, save my life
and the boy’s by seeking for that treasure; and you may
lay to that.”
“Well, Silver,” replied the doctor, “if that is so, I’ll
go one step further: look out for squalls when you find it.”
“Sir,” said Silver, “as between man and man, that’s too
much and too little. What you’re after, why you left
the block house, why you given me that there chart, I
don’t know, now, do I? And yet I done your bidding
with my eyes shut and never a word of hope! But no,
this here’s too much. If you won’t tell me what you
mean plain out, just say so and I’ll leave the helm.”
“No,” said the doctor musingly; “I’ve no right to say
more; it’s not my secret, you see, Silver, or, I give
you my word, I’d tell it you. But I’ll go as far with
you as I dare go, and a step beyond, for I’ll have my
wig sorted by the captain or I’m mistaken! And first,
I’ll give you a bit of hope; Silver, if we both get
alive out of this wolf-trap, I’ll do my best to save
you, short of perjury.”
Silver’s face was radiant. “You couldn’t say more, I’m
sure, sir, not if you was my mother,” he cried.
“Well, that’s my first concession,” added the doctor.
“My second is a piece of advice: keep the boy close
beside you, and when you need help, halloo. I’m off to
seek it for you, and that itself will show you if I
speak at random. Good-bye, Jim.”
And Dr. Livesey shook hands with me through the
stockade, nodded to Silver, and set off at a brisk pace
into the wood.
31
The Treasure-hunt—Flint’s Pointer
“JIM,” said Silver when we were alone, “if I saved your
life, you saved mine; and I’ll not forget it. I seen
the doctor waving you to run for it—with the tail of
my eye, I did; and I seen you say no, as plain as hearing.
Jim, that’s one to you. This is the first glint of hope
I had since the attack failed, and I owe it you. And now,
Jim, we’re to go in for this here treasure-hunting, with
sealed orders too, and I don’t like it; and you and me
must stick close, back to back like, and we’ll save our
necks in spite o’ fate and fortune.”
Just then a man hailed us from the fire that breakfast
was ready, and we were soon seated here and there about
the sand over biscuit and fried junk. They had lit a
fire fit to roast an ox, and it was now grown so hot
that they could only approach it from the windward, and
even there not without precaution. In the same
wasteful spirit, they had cooked, I suppose, three
times more than we could eat; and one of them, with an
empty laugh, threw what was left into the fire, which
blazed and roared again over this unusual fuel. I
never in my life saw men so careless of the morrow;
hand to mouth is the only word that can
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