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1In the meantime, we had no idea what to do to help the captain, nor any other thought but that he had got his death-hurt
2in the scuffle with the stranger. I got the rum, to be sure, and tried to put it down his throat, but his teeth were
3tightly shut and his jaws as strong as iron. It was a happy relief for us when the door opened and Doctor Livesey came
4in, on his visit to my father. "Oh, doctor," we cried, "what shall we do? Where is he wounded?" "Wounded? A
5fiddle-stick's end!" said the doctor. "No more wounded than you or I. The man has had a stroke, as I warned him. Now,
6Mrs. Hawkins, just you run upstairs to your husband and tell him, if possible, nothing about it. For my part, I must do
7my best to save this fellow's trebly worthless life; Jim, you get me a basin." When I got back with the basin, the
8doctor had already ripped up the captain's sleeve and exposed his great sinewy arm. It was tattooed in several places.
9"Here's luck," "A fair wind," and "Billy Bones his fancy," were very neatly and clearly executed on the forearm; and up
10near the shoulder there was a sketch of a gallows and a man hanging from it--done, as I thought, with great spirit.
11"Prophetic," said the doctor, touching this picture with his finger. "And now, Master Billy Bones, if that be your name,
12we'll have a look at the colour of your blood. Jim," he said, "are you afraid of blood?" "No, sir," said I. "Well,
13then," said he, "you hold the basin"; and with that he took his lancet and opened a vein. A great deal of blood was
14taken before the captain opened his eyes and looked mistily about him. First he recognized the doctor with an
15unmistakable frown; then his glance fell upon me, and he looked relieved. But suddenly his colour changed, and he tried
16to raise himself, crying, "Where's Black Dog?" "There is no Black Dog here," said the doctor, "except what you have on
17your own back. You have been drinking rum; you have had a stroke, precisely as I told you; and I have just, very much
18against my own will, dragged you headforemost out of the grave. Now, Mr. Bones--" "That's not my name," he interrupted.
19"Much I care," returned the doctor. "It's the name of a buccaneer of my acquaintance; and I call you by it for the sake
20of shortness, and what I have to say to you is this; one glass of rum won't kill you, but if you take one you'll take
21another and another, and I stake my wig if you don't break off short, you'll die--do you understand that?--die, and go
22to your own place, like the man in the Bible. Come, now, make an effort. I'll help you to your bed for once." Between
23us, with much trouble, we managed to hoist him upstairs, and laid him on his bed, where his head fell back on the pillow
24as if he were almost fainting. "Now, mind you," said the doctor, "I clear my conscience--the name of rum for you is
25death." And with that he went off to see my father, taking me with him by the arm. "This is nothing," he said as soon as
26he had closed the door. "I have drawn blood enough to keep him quiet awhile; he should lie for a week where he is--that
27is the best thing for him and you; but another stroke would settle him." III The Black Spot About noon I stopped at the
28captain's door with some cooling drinks and medicines. He was lying very much as we had left him, only a little higher,
29and he seemed both weak and excited. "Jim," he said, "you're the only one here that's worth anything, and you know I've
30been always good to you. Never a month but I've given you a silver fourpenny for yourself. And now you see, mate, I'm
31pretty low, and deserted by all; and Jim, you'll bring me one noggin of rum, now, won't you, matey?" "The doctor--" I
32began. But he broke in cursing the doctor, in a feeble voice but heartily. "Doctors is all swabs," he said; "and that
33doctor there, why, what do he know about seafaring men? I been in places hot as pitch, and mates dropping round with
34Yellow Jack, and the blessed land a-heaving like the sea with earthquakes--what do the doctor know of lands like
35that?--and I lived on rum, I tell you. It's been meat and drink, and man and wife, to me; and if I'm not to have my rum
36now I'm a poor old hulk on a lee shore, my blood'll be on you, Jim, and that doctor swab"; and he ran on again for a
37while with curses. "Look, Jim, how my fingers fidges," he continued in the pleading tone. "I can't keep 'em still, not
38I. I haven't had a drop this blessed day. That doctor's a fool, I tell you. If I don't have a dram o' rum, Jim, I'll
39have the horrors; I seen some on 'em already. I seen old Flint in the corner there, behind you; as plain as print, I
40seen him; and if I get the horrors, I'm a man that has lived rough, and I'll raise Cain. Your doctor hisself said one
41glass wouldn't hurt me. I'll give you a golden guinea for a noggin, Jim." He was growing more and more excited, and this
42alarmed me for my father, who was very low that day and needed quiet; besides, I was reassured by the doctor's words,
43now quoted to me, and rather offended by the offer of a bribe. "I want none of your money," said I, "but what you owe my
44father. I'll get you one glass, and no more." When I brought it to him, he seized it greedily and drank it out. "Aye,
45aye," said he, "that's some better, sure enough. And now, matey, did that doctor say how long I was to lie here in this
46old berth?" "A week at least," said I. "Thunder!" he cried. "A week! I can't do that; they'd have the black spot on me
47by then. The lubbers is going about to get the wind of me this blessed moment; lubbers as couldn't keep what they got,
48and want to nail what is another's. Is that seamanly behaviour, now, I want to know? But I'm a saving soul. I never
49wasted good money of mine, nor lost it neither; and I'll trick 'em again. I'm not afraid on 'em. I'll shake out another
50reef, matey, and daddle 'em again." As he was thus speaking, he had risen from bed with great difficulty, holding to my
51shoulder with a grip that almost made me cry out, and moving his legs like so much dead weight. His words, spirited as
52they were in meaning, contrasted sadly with the weakness of the voice in which they were uttered. He paused when he had
53got into a sitting position on the edge. "That doctor's done me," he murmured. "My ears is singing. Lay me back." Before
54I could do much to help him he had fallen back again to his former place, where he lay for a while silent. "Jim," he
55said at length, "you saw that seafaring man today?" "Black Dog?" I asked. "Ah! Black Dog," says he. "He's a bad 'un; but
56there's worse that put him on. Now, if I can't get away nohow, and they tip me the black spot, mind you, it's my old
57sea-chest they're after; you get on a horse--you can, can't you? Well, then, you get on a horse, and go to--well, yes, I
58will!--to that eternal doctor swab, and tell him to pipe all hands--magistrates and sich--and he'll lay 'em aboard at
59the Admiral Benbow--all old Flint's crew, man and boy, all on 'em that's left. I was first mate, I was, old Flint's
60first mate, and I'm the on'y one as knows the place. He gave it me at Savannah, when he lay a-dying, like as if I was to
61now, you see. But you won't peach unless they get the black spot on me, or unless you see that Black Dog again or a
62seafaring man with one leg, Jim--him above all." "But what is the black spot, captain?" I asked. "That's a summons,
63mate. I'll tell you if they get that. But you keep your weather-eye open, Jim, and I'll share with you equals, upon my
64honour."
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