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1"I cannot keep her head for the stockade, sir," said I to the captain. I was steering, while he and Redruth, two fresh
2men, were at the oars. "The tide keeps washing her down. Could you pull a little stronger?" "Not without swamping the
3boat," said he. "You must bear up, sir, if you please--bear up until you see you're gaining." I tried and found by
4experiment that the tide kept sweeping us westward until I had laid her head due east, or just about right angles to the
5way we ought to go. "We'll never get ashore at this rate," said I. "If it's the only course that we can lie, sir, we
6must even lie it," returned the captain. "We must keep upstream. You see, sir," he went on, "if once we dropped to
7leeward of the landing-place, it's hard to say where we should get ashore, besides the chance of being boarded by the
8gigs; whereas, the way we go the current must slacken, and then we can dodge back along the shore." "The current's less
9a'ready, sir," said the man Gray, who was sitting in the fore-sheets; "you can ease her off a bit." "Thank you, my man,"
10said I, quite as if nothing had happened, for we had all quietly made up our minds to treat him like one of ourselves.
11Suddenly the captain spoke up again, and I thought his voice was a little changed. "The gun!" said he. "I have thought
12of that," said I, for I made sure he was thinking of a bombardment of the fort. "They could never get the gun ashore,
13and if they did, they could never haul it through the woods." "Look astern, doctor," replied the captain. We had
14entirely forgotten the long nine; and there, to our horror, were the five rogues busy about her, getting off her jacket,
15as they called the stout tarpaulin cover under which she sailed. Not only that, but it flashed into my mind at the same
16moment that the round-shot and the powder for the gun had been left behind, and a stroke with an axe would put it all
17into the possession of the evil ones abroad. "Israel was Flint's gunner," said Gray hoarsely. At any risk, we put the
18boat's head direct for the landing-place. By this time we had got so far out of the run of the current that we kept
19steerage way even at our necessarily gentle rate of rowing, and I could keep her steady for the goal. But the worst of
20it was that with the course I now held we turned our broadside instead of our stern to the HISPANIOLA and offered a
21target like a barn door. I could hear as well as see that brandy-faced rascal Israel Hands plumping down a round-shot on
22the deck. "Who's the best shot?" asked the captain. "Mr. Trelawney, out and away," said I. "Mr. Trelawney, will you
23please pick me off one of these men, sir? Hands, if possible," said the captain. Trelawney was as cool as steel. He
24looked to the priming of his gun. "Now," cried the captain, "easy with that gun, sir, or you'll swamp the boat. All
25hands stand by to trim her when he aims." The squire raised his gun, the rowing ceased, and we leaned over to the other
26side to keep the balance, and all was so nicely contrived that we did not ship a drop. They had the gun, by this time,
27slewed round upon the swivel, and Hands, who was at the muzzle with the rammer, was in consequence the most exposed.
28However, we had no luck, for just as Trelawney fired, down he stooped, the ball whistled over him, and it was one of the
29other four who fell. The cry he gave was echoed not only by his companions on board but by a great number of voices from
30the shore, and looking in that direction I saw the other pirates trooping out from among the trees and tumbling into
31their places in the boats. "Here come the gigs, sir," said I. "Give way, then," cried the captain. "We mustn't mind if
32we swamp her now. If we can't get ashore, all's up." "Only one of the gigs is being manned, sir," I added; "the crew of
33the other most likely going round by shore to cut us off." "They'll have a hot run, sir," returned the captain. "Jack
34ashore, you know. It's not them I mind; it's the round-shot. Carpet bowls! My lady's maid couldn't miss. Tell us,
35squire, when you see the match, and we'll hold water." In the meanwhile we had been making headway at a good pace for a
36boat so overloaded, and we had shipped but little water in the process. We were now close in; thirty or forty strokes
37and we should beach her, for the ebb had already disclosed a narrow belt of sand below the clustering trees. The gig was
38no longer to be feared; the little point had already concealed it from our eyes. The ebb-tide, which had so cruelly
39delayed us, was now making reparation and delaying our assailants. The one source of danger was the gun. "If I durst,"
40said the captain, "I'd stop and pick off another man." But it was plain that they meant nothing should delay their shot.
41They had never so much as looked at their fallen comrade, though he was not dead, and I could see him trying to crawl
42away. "Ready!" cried the squire. "Hold!" cried the captain, quick as an echo. And he and Redruth backed with a great
43heave that sent her stern bodily under water. The report fell in at the same instant of time. This was the first that
44Jim heard, the sound of the squire's shot not having reached him. Where the ball passed, not one of us precisely knew,
45but I fancy it must have been over our heads and that the wind of it may have contributed to our disaster. At any rate,
46the boat sank by the stern, quite gently, in three feet of water, leaving the captain and myself, facing each other, on
47our feet. The other three took complete headers, and came up again drenched and bubbling. So far there was no great
48harm. No lives were lost, and we could wade ashore in safety. But there were all our stores at the bottom, and to make
49things worse, only two guns out of five remained in a state for service. Mine I had snatched from my knees and held over
50my head, by a sort of instinct. As for the captain, he had carried his over his shoulder by a bandoleer, and like a wise
51man, lock uppermost. The other three had gone down with the boat. To add to our concern, we heard voices already drawing
52near us in the woods along shore, and we had not only the danger of being cut off from the stockade in our half-crippled
53state but the fear before us whether, if Hunter and Joyce were attacked by half a dozen, they would have the sense and
54conduct to stand firm. Hunter was steady, that we knew; Joyce was a doubtful case--a pleasant, polite man for a valet
55and to brush one's clothes, but not entirely fitted for a man of war. With all this in our minds, we waded ashore as
56fast as we could, leaving behind us the poor jolly-boat and a good half of all our powder and provisions. XVIII
57Narrative Continued by the Doctor: End of the First Day's Fighting We made our best speed across the strip of wood that
58now divided us from the stockade, and at every step we took the voices of the buccaneers rang nearer. Soon we could hear
59their footfalls as they ran and the cracking of the branches as they breasted across a bit of thicket. I began to see we
60should have a brush for it in earnest and looked to my priming. "Captain," said I, "Trelawney is the dead shot. Give him
61your gun; his own is useless." They exchanged guns, and Trelawney, silent and cool as he had been since the beginning of
62the bustle, hung a moment on his heel to see that all was fit for service. At the same time, observing Gray to be
63unarmed, I handed him my cutlass. It did all our hearts good to see him spit in his hand, knit his brows, and make the
64blade sing through the air. It was plain from every line of his body that our new hand was worth his salt.
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