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1I now felt for the first time the joy of exploration. The isle was uninhabited; my shipmates I had left behind, and
2nothing lived in front of me but dumb brutes and fowls. I turned hither and thither among the trees. Here and there were
3flowering plants, unknown to me; here and there I saw snakes, and one raised his head from a ledge of rock and hissed at
4me with a noise not unlike the spinning of a top. Little did I suppose that he was a deadly enemy and that the noise was
5the famous rattle. Then I came to a long thicket of these oaklike trees--live, or evergreen, oaks, I heard afterwards
6they should be called--which grew low along the sand like brambles, the boughs curiously twisted, the foliage compact,
7like thatch. The thicket stretched down from the top of one of the sandy knolls, spreading and growing taller as it
8went, until it reached the margin of the broad, reedy fen, through which the nearest of the little rivers soaked its way
9into the anchorage. The marsh was steaming in the strong sun, and the outline of the Spy-glass trembled through the
10haze. All at once there began to go a sort of bustle among the bulrushes; a wild duck flew up with a quack, another
11followed, and soon over the whole surface of the marsh a great cloud of birds hung screaming and circling in the air. I
12judged at once that some of my shipmates must be drawing near along the borders of the fen. Nor was I deceived, for soon
13I heard the very distant and low tones of a human voice, which, as I continued to give ear, grew steadily louder and
14nearer. This put me in a great fear, and I crawled under cover of the nearest live-oak and squatted there, hearkening,
15as silent as a mouse. Another voice answered, and then the first voice, which I now recognized to be Silver's, once more
16took up the story and ran on for a long while in a stream, only now and again interrupted by the other. By the sound
17they must have been talking earnestly, and almost fiercely; but no distinct word came to my hearing. At last the
18speakers seemed to have paused and perhaps to have sat down, for not only did they cease to draw any nearer, but the
19birds themselves began to grow more quiet and to settle again to their places in the swamp. And now I began to feel that
20I was neglecting my business, that since I had been so foolhardy as to come ashore with these desperadoes, the least I
21could do was to overhear them at their councils, and that my plain and obvious duty was to draw as close as I could
22manage, under the favourable ambush of the crouching trees. I could tell the direction of the speakers pretty exactly,
23not only by the sound of their voices but by the behaviour of the few birds that still hung in alarm above the heads of
24the intruders. Crawling on all fours, I made steadily but slowly towards them, till at last, raising my head to an
25aperture among the leaves, I could see clear down into a little green dell beside the marsh, and closely set about with
26trees, where Long John Silver and another of the crew stood face to face in conversation. The sun beat full upon them.
27Silver had thrown his hat beside him on the ground, and his great, smooth, blond face, all shining with heat, was lifted
28to the other man's in a kind of appeal. "Mate," he was saying, "it's because I thinks gold dust of you--gold dust, and
29you may lay to that! If I hadn't took to you like pitch, do you think I'd have been here a-warning of you? All's up--you
30can't make nor mend; it's to save your neck that I'm a-speaking, and if one of the wild uns knew it, where'd I be,
31Tom--now, tell me, where'd I be?" "Silver," said the other man--and I observed he was not only red in the face, but
32spoke as hoarse as a crow, and his voice shook too, like a taut rope--"Silver," says he, "you're old, and you're honest,
33or has the name for it; and you've money too, which lots of poor sailors hasn't; and you're brave, or I'm mistook. And
34will you tell me you'll let yourself be led away with that kind of a mess of swabs? Not you! As sure as God sees me, I'd
35sooner lose my hand. If I turn agin my dooty--" And then all of a sudden he was interrupted by a noise. I had found one
36of the honest hands--well, here, at that same moment, came news of another. Far away out in the marsh there arose, all
37of a sudden, a sound like the cry of anger, then another on the back of it; and then one horrid, long-drawn scream. The
38rocks of the Spy-glass re-echoed it a score of times; the whole troop of marsh-birds rose again, darkening heaven, with
39a simultaneous whirr; and long after that death yell was still ringing in my brain, silence had re-established its
40empire, and only the rustle of the redescending birds and the boom of the distant surges disturbed the languor of the
41afternoon. Tom had leaped at the sound, like a horse at the spur, but Silver had not winked an eye. He stood where he
42was, resting lightly on his crutch, watching his companion like a snake about to spring. "John!" said the sailor,
43stretching out his hand. "Hands off!" cried Silver, leaping back a yard, as it seemed to me, with the speed and security
44of a trained gymnast. "Hands off, if you like, John Silver," said the other. "It's a black conscience that can make you
45feared of me. But in heaven's name, tell me, what was that?" "That?" returned Silver, smiling away, but warier than
46ever, his eye a mere pin-point in his big face, but gleaming like a crumb of glass. "That? Oh, I reckon that'll be
47Alan." And at this point Tom flashed out like a hero. "Alan!" he cried. "Then rest his soul for a true seaman! And as
48for you, John Silver, long you've been a mate of mine, but you're mate of mine no more. If I die like a dog, I'll die in
49my dooty. You've killed Alan, have you? Kill me too, if you can. But I defies you." And with that, this brave fellow
50turned his back directly on the cook and set off walking for the beach. But he was not destined to go far. With a cry
51John seized the branch of a tree, whipped the crutch out of his armpit, and sent that uncouth missile hurtling through
52the air. It struck poor Tom, point foremost, and with stunning violence, right between the shoulders in the middle of
53his back. His hands flew up, he gave a sort of gasp, and fell. Whether he were injured much or little, none could ever
54tell. Like enough, to judge from the sound, his back was broken on the spot. But he had no time given him to recover.
55Silver, agile as a monkey even without leg or crutch, was on the top of him next moment and had twice buried his knife
56up to the hilt in that defenceless body. From my place of ambush, I could hear him pant aloud as he struck the blows. I
57do not know what it rightly is to faint, but I do know that for the next little while the whole world swam away from
58before me in a whirling mist; Silver and the birds, and the tall Spy-glass hilltop, going round and round and
59topsy-turvy before my eyes, and all manner of bells ringing and distant voices shouting in my ear. When I came again to
60myself the monster had pulled himself together, his crutch under his arm, his hat upon his head. Just before him Tom lay
61motionless upon the sward; but the murderer minded him not a whit, cleansing his blood-stained knife the while upon a
62wisp of grass. Everything else was unchanged, the sun still shining mercilessly on the steaming marsh and the tall
63pinnacle of the mountain, and I could scarce persuade myself that murder had been actually done and a human life cruelly
64cut short a moment since before my eyes. But now John put his hand into his pocket, brought out a whistle, and blew upon
65it several modulated blasts that rang far across the heated air. I could not tell, of course, the meaning of the signal,
66but it instantly awoke my fears. More men would be coming. I might be discovered. They had already slain two of the
67honest people; after Tom and Alan, might not I come next?
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