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itching to open it; but instead of doing that, he put
it quietly in the pocket of his coat.
âSquire,â said he, âwhen Dance has had his ale he must,
of course, be off on his Majestyâs 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.â
âAs you will, Livesey,â said the squire; âHawkins has
earned better than cold pie.â
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.
âAnd now, squire,â said the doctor.
âAnd now, Livesey,â said the squire in the same breath.
âOne at a time, one at a time,â laughed Dr. Livesey.
âYou have heard of this Flint, I suppose?â
âHeard of him!â cried the squire. âHeard 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. Iâve seen his
top-sails with these eyes, off Trinidad, and the
cowardly son of a rum-puncheon that I sailed with put
backâput back, sir, into Port of Spain.â
âWell, Iâve heard of him myself, in England,â said the
doctor. âBut the point is, had he money?â
âMoney!â cried the squire. âHave 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?â
âThat we shall soon know,â replied the doctor. âBut
you are so confoundedly hot-headed 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?â
âAmount, sir!â cried the squire. âIt 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 Iâll have that treasure if I search a year.â
âVery well,â said the doctor. âNow, then, if Jim is
agreeable, weâll open the packetâ; 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 thingsâa book and
a sealed paper.
âFirst of all weâll try the book,â 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, âBilly
Bones his fancyâ; then there was âMr. W. Bones, mate,â
âNo more rum,â âOff Palm Key he got itt,â and some
other snatches, mostly single words and unintelligible.
I could not help wondering who it was that had âgot
itt,â and what âittâ was that he got. A knife in his
back as like as not.
âNot much instruction there,â 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
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 âOffe Caraccas,â or a mere entry of latitude and
longitude, as â62o 17âČ 20âł, 19o 2âČ 40âł.â
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,
âBones, his pile.â
âI canât make head or tail of this,â said Dr. Livesey.
âThe thing is as clear as noonday,â cried the squire.
âThis is the black-hearted houndâs account-book. These
crosses stand for the names of ships or towns that they
sank or plundered. The sums are the scoundrelâs share,
and where he feared an ambiguity, you see he added
something clearer. âOffe Caraccas,â now; you see, here
was some unhappy vessel boarded off that coast. God
help the poor souls that manned herâcoral long ago.â
âRight!â said the doctor. âSee what it is to be a
traveller. Right! And the amounts increase, you see,
as he rose in rank.â
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.
âThrifty man!â cried the doctor. âHe wasnât the one to
be cheated.â
âAnd now,â said the squire, âfor the other.â
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 captainâs 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 âThe
Spy-glass.â There were several additions of a later
date, but above all, three crosses of red inkâtwo on
the north part of the island, one in the southwestâand
beside this last, in the same red ink, and in a small,
neat hand, very different from the captainâs tottery
characters, these words: âBulk of treasure here.â
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 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 sand-hill, N.
point of north inlet cape, bearing E. and a
quarter N.
J.F.
That was all; but brief as it was, and to me
incomprehensible, it filled the squire and Dr. Livesey
with delight.
âLivesey,â said the squire, âyou will give up this
wretched practice at once. Tomorrow I start for
Bristol. In three weeksâ timeâthree weeks!âtwo
weeksâten daysâweâll have the best ship, sir, and the
choicest crew in England. Hawkins shall come as cabin-boy. Youâll make a famous cabin-boy, Hawkins. You,
Livesey, are shipâs doctor; I am admiral. Weâll take
Redruth, Joyce, and Hunter. Weâll 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.â
âTrelawney,â said the doctor, âIâll go with you; and
Iâll go bail for it, so will Jim, and be a credit to
the undertaking. Thereâs only one man Iâm afraid of.â
âAnd whoâs that?â cried the squire. âName the dog, sir!â
âYou,â replied the doctor; âfor you cannot hold your
tongue. We are not the only men who know of this
paper. These fellows who attacked the inn tonightâ
bold, desperate blades, for sureâand 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 theyâll get that money. We must none of us
go alone till we get to sea. Jim and I shall stick
together in the meanwhile; youâll take Joyce and Hunter
when you ride to Bristol, and from first to last, not
one of us must breathe a word of what weâve found.â
âLivesey,â returned the squire, âyou are always in the
right of it. Iâll be as silent as the grave.â
The Sea-cook
7
I Go to Bristol
IT was longer than the squire imagined ere we were
ready for the sea, and none of our first plansânot
even Dr. Liveseyâs, of keeping me beside himâcould 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 sea-dreams
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 housekeeperâs 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 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,
âTo be opened, in the case of his absence, by Tom
Redruth or young Hawkins.â Obeying this order, we
found, or rather I foundâfor the gamekeeper was a poor
hand at reading anything but printâthe following
important news:
Old Anchor Inn, Bristol, March 1, 17â
Dear LiveseyâAs 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 schoonerâa child might sail herâtwo
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 forâtreasure, I mean.
âRedruth,â said I, interrupting the letter, âDr.
Livesey will not like that. The squire has been
talking, after all.â
âWell, whoâs a better right?â growled the gamekeeper.
âA pretty rum go if squire ainât to talk for Dr.
Livesey, I should think.â
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
highâthe 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 sureâriggers and what notâwere
most
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