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1The mail picked us up about dusk at the Royal George on the heath. I was wedged in between Redruth and a stout old
2gentleman, and in spite of the swift motion and the cold night air, I must have dozed a great deal from the very first,
3and then slept like a log up hill and down dale through stage after stage, for when I was awakened at last it was by a
4punch in the ribs, and I opened my eyes to find that we were standing still before a large building in a city street and
5that the day had already broken a long time. "Where are we?" I asked. "Bristol," said Tom. "Get down." Mr. Trelawney had
6taken up his residence at an inn far down the docks to superintend the work upon the schooner. Thither we had now to
7walk, and our way, to my great delight, lay along the quays and beside the great multitude of ships of all sizes and
8rigs and nations. In one, sailors were singing at their work, in another there were men aloft, high over my head,
9hanging to threads that seemed no thicker than a spider's. Though I had lived by the shore all my life, I seemed never
10to have been near the sea till then. The smell of tar and salt was something new. I saw the most wonderful figureheads,
11that had all been far over the ocean. I saw, besides, many old sailors, with rings in their ears, and whiskers curled in
12ringlets, and tarry pigtails, and their swaggering, clumsy sea-walk; and if I had seen as many kings or archbishops I
13could not have been more delighted. And I was going to sea myself, to sea in a schooner, with a piping boatswain and
14pig-tailed singing seamen, to sea, bound for an unknown island, and to seek for buried treasure! While I was still in
15this delightful dream, we came suddenly in front of a large inn and met Squire Trelawney, all dressed out like a
16sea-officer, in stout blue cloth, coming out of the door with a smile on his face and a capital imitation of a sailor's
17walk. "Here you are," he cried, "and the doctor came last night from London. Bravo! The ship's company complete!" "Oh,
18sir," cried I, "when do we sail?" "Sail!" says he. "We sail tomorrow!" VIII At the Sign of the Spy-glass When I had done
19breakfasting the squire gave me a note addressed to John Silver, at the sign of the Spy-glass, and told me I should
20easily find the place by following the line of the docks and keeping a bright lookout for a little tavern with a large
21brass telescope for sign. I set off, overjoyed at this opportunity to see some more of the ships and seamen, and picked
22my way among a great crowd of people and carts and bales, for the dock was now at its busiest, until I found the tavern
23in question. It was a bright enough little place of entertainment. The sign was newly painted; the windows had neat red
24curtains; the floor was cleanly sanded. There was a street on each side and an open door on both, which made the large,
25low room pretty clear to see in, in spite of clouds of tobacco smoke. The customers were mostly seafaring men, and they
26talked so loudly that I hung at the door, almost afraid to enter. As I was waiting, a man came out of a side room, and
27at a glance I was sure he must be Long John. His left leg was cut off close by the hip, and under the left shoulder he
28carried a crutch, which he managed with wonderful dexterity, hopping about upon it like a bird. He was very tall and
29strong, with a face as big as a ham--plain and pale, but intelligent and smiling. Indeed, he seemed in the most cheerful
30spirits, whistling as he moved about among the tables, with a merry word or a slap on the shoulder for the more favoured
31of his guests. Now, to tell you the truth, from the very first mention of Long John in Squire Trelawney's letter I had
32taken a fear in my mind that he might prove to be the very one-legged sailor whom I had watched for so long at the old
33Benbow. But one look at the man before me was enough. I had seen the captain, and Black Dog, and the blind man, Pew, and
34I thought I knew what a buccaneer was like--a very different creature, according to me, from this clean and
35pleasant-tempered landlord. I plucked up courage at once, crossed the threshold, and walked right up to the man where he
36stood, propped on his crutch, talking to a customer. "Mr. Silver, sir?" I asked, holding out the note. "Yes, my lad,"
37said he; "such is my name, to be sure. And who may you be?" And then as he saw the squire's letter, he seemed to me to
38give something almost like a start. "Oh!" said he, quite loud, and offering his hand. "I see. You are our new cabin-boy;
39pleased I am to see you." And he took my hand in his large firm grasp. Just then one of the customers at the far side
40rose suddenly and made for the door. It was close by him, and he was out in the street in a moment. But his hurry had
41attracted my notice, and I recognized him at glance. It was the tallow-faced man, wanting two fingers, who had come
42first to the Admiral Benbow. "Oh," I cried, "stop him! It's Black Dog!" "I don't care two coppers who he is," cried
43Silver. "But he hasn't paid his score. Harry, run and catch him." One of the others who was nearest the door leaped up
44and started in pursuit. "If he were Admiral Hawke he shall pay his score," cried Silver; and then, relinquishing my
45hand, "Who did you say he was?" he asked. "Black what?" "Dog, sir," said I. "Has Mr. Trelawney not told you of the
46buccaneers? He was one of them." "So?" cried Silver. "In my house! Ben, run and help Harry. One of those swabs, was he?
47Was that you drinking with him, Morgan? Step up here." The man whom he called Morgan--an old, grey-haired,
48mahogany-faced sailor--came forward pretty sheepishly, rolling his quid. "Now, Morgan," said Long John very sternly,
49"you never clapped your eyes on that Black--Black Dog before, did you, now?" "Not I, sir," said Morgan with a salute.
50"You didn't know his name, did you?" "No, sir." "By the powers, Tom Morgan, it's as good for you!" exclaimed the
51landlord. "If you had been mixed up with the like of that, you would never have put another foot in my house, you may
52lay to that. And what was he saying to you?" "I don't rightly know, sir," answered Morgan. "Do you call that a head on
53your shoulders, or a blessed dead-eye?" cried Long John. "Don't rightly know, don't you! Perhaps you don't happen to
54rightly know who you was speaking to, perhaps? Come, now, what was he jawing--v'yages, cap'ns, ships? Pipe up! What was
55it?" "We was a-talkin' of keel-hauling," answered Morgan. "Keel-hauling, was you? And a mighty suitable thing, too, and
56you may lay to that. Get back to your place for a lubber, Tom." And then, as Morgan rolled back to his seat, Silver
57added to me in a confidential whisper that was very flattering, as I thought, "He's quite an honest man, Tom Morgan,
58on'y stupid. And now," he ran on again, aloud, "let's see--Black Dog? No, I don't know the name, not I. Yet I kind of
59think I've--yes, I've seen the swab. He used to come here with a blind beggar, he used." "That he did, you may be sure,"
60said I. "I knew that blind man too. His name was Pew." "It was!" cried Silver, now quite excited. "Pew! That were his
61name for certain. Ah, he looked a shark, he did! If we run down this Black Dog, now, there'll be news for Cap'n
62Trelawney! Ben's a good runner; few seamen run better than Ben. He should run him down, hand over hand, by the powers!
63He talked o' keel-hauling, did he? I'LL keel-haul him!"
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