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1He was still holding me by the wrist, and at that he give it quite a wring. "If you was sent by Long John," he said,
2"I'm as good as pork, and I know it. But where was you, do you suppose?" I had made my mind up in a moment, and by way
3of answer told him the whole story of our voyage and the predicament in which we found ourselves. He heard me with the
4keenest interest, and when I had done he patted me on the head. "You're a good lad, Jim," he said; "and you're all in a
5clove hitch, ain't you? Well, you just put your trust in Ben Gunn--Ben Gunn's the man to do it. Would you think it
6likely, now, that your squire would prove a liberal-minded one in case of help--him being in a clove hitch, as you
7remark?" I told him the squire was the most liberal of men. "Aye, but you see," returned Ben Gunn, "I didn't mean giving
8me a gate to keep, and a suit of livery clothes, and such; that's not my mark, Jim. What I mean is, would he be likely
9to come down to the toon of, say one thousand pounds out of money that's as good as a man's own already?" "I am sure he
10would," said I. "As it was, all hands were to share." "AND a passage home?" he added with a look of great shrewdness.
11"Why," I cried, "the squire's a gentleman. And besides, if we got rid of the others, we should want you to help work the
12vessel home." "Ah," said he, "so you would." And he seemed very much relieved. "Now, I'll tell you what," he went on.
13"So much I'll tell you, and no more. I were in Flint's ship when he buried the treasure; he and six along--six strong
14seamen. They was ashore nigh on a week, and us standing off and on in the old WALRUS. One fine day up went the signal,
15and here come Flint by himself in a little boat, and his head done up in a blue scarf. The sun was getting up, and
16mortal white he looked about the cutwater. But, there he was, you mind, and the six all dead--dead and buried. How he
17done it, not a man aboard us could make out. It was battle, murder, and sudden death, leastways--him against six. Billy
18Bones was the mate; Long John, he was quartermaster; and they asked him where the treasure was. 'Ah,' says he, 'you can
19go ashore, if you like, and stay,' he says; 'but as for the ship, she'll beat up for more, by thunder!' That's what he
20said. "Well, I was in another ship three years back, and we sighted this island. 'Boys,' said I, 'here's Flint's
21treasure; let's land and find it.' The cap'n was displeased at that, but my messmates were all of a mind and landed.
22Twelve days they looked for it, and every day they had the worse word for me, until one fine morning all hands went
23aboard. 'As for you, Benjamin Gunn,' says they, 'here's a musket,' they says, 'and a spade, and pick-axe. You can stay
24here and find Flint's money for yourself,' they says. "Well, Jim, three years have I been here, and not a bite of
25Christian diet from that day to this. But now, you look here; look at me. Do I look like a man before the mast? No, says
26you. Nor I weren't, neither, I says." And with that he winked and pinched me hard. "Just you mention them words to your
27squire, Jim," he went on. "Nor he weren't, neither--that's the words. Three years he were the man of this island, light
28and dark, fair and rain; and sometimes he would maybe think upon a prayer (says you), and sometimes he would maybe think
29of his old mother, so be as she's alive (you'll say); but the most part of Gunn's time (this is what you'll say)--the
30most part of his time was took up with another matter. And then you'll give him a nip, like I do." And he pinched me
31again in the most confidential manner. "Then," he continued, "then you'll up, and you'll say this: Gunn is a good man
32(you'll say), and he puts a precious sight more confidence--a precious sight, mind that--in a gen'leman born than in
33these gen'leman of fortune, having been one hisself." "Well," I said, "I don't understand one word that you've been
34saying. But that's neither here nor there; for how am I to get on board?" "Ah," said he, "that's the hitch, for sure.
35Well, there's my boat, that I made with my two hands. I keep her under the white rock. If the worst come to the worst,
36we might try that after dark. Hi!" he broke out. "What's that?" For just then, although the sun had still an hour or two
37to run, all the echoes of the island awoke and bellowed to the thunder of a cannon. "They have begun to fight!" I cried.
38"Follow me." And I began to run towards the anchorage, my terrors all forgotten, while close at my side the marooned man
39in his goatskins trotted easily and lightly. "Left, left," says he; "keep to your left hand, mate Jim! Under the trees
40with you! Theer's where I killed my first goat. They don't come down here now; they're all mastheaded on them mountings
41for the fear of Benjamin Gunn. Ah! And there's the cetemery"--cemetery, he must have meant. "You see the mounds? I come
42here and prayed, nows and thens, when I thought maybe a Sunday would be about doo. It weren't quite a chapel, but it
43seemed more solemn like; and then, says you, Ben Gunn was short-handed--no chapling, nor so much as a Bible and a flag,
44you says." So he kept talking as I ran, neither expecting nor receiving any answer. The cannon-shot was followed after a
45considerable interval by a volley of small arms. Another pause, and then, not a quarter of a mile in front of me, I
46beheld the Union Jack flutter in the air above a wood. PART FOUR--The Stockade XVI Narrative Continued by the Doctor:
47How the Ship Was Abandoned It was about half past one--three bells in the sea phrase--that the two boats went ashore
48from the HISPANIOLA. The captain, the squire, and I were talking matters over in the cabin. Had there been a breath of
49wind, we should have fallen on the six mutineers who were left aboard with us, slipped our cable, and away to sea. But
50the wind was wanting; and to complete our helplessness, down came Hunter with the news that Jim Hawkins had slipped into
51a boat and was gone ashore with the rest. It never occurred to us to doubt Jim Hawkins, but we were alarmed for his
52safety. With the men in the temper they were in, it seemed an even chance if we should see the lad again. We ran on
53deck. The pitch was bubbling in the seams; the nasty stench of the place turned me sick; if ever a man smelt fever and
54dysentery, it was in that abominable anchorage. The six scoundrels were sitting grumbling under a sail in the
55forecastle; ashore we could see the gigs made fast and a man sitting in each, hard by where the river runs in. One of
56them was whistling "Lillibullero." Waiting was a strain, and it was decided that Hunter and I should go ashore with the
57jolly-boat in quest of information. The gigs had leaned to their right, but Hunter and I pulled straight in, in the
58direction of the stockade upon the chart. The two who were left guarding their boats seemed in a bustle at our
59appearance; "Lillibullero" stopped off, and I could see the pair discussing what they ought to do. Had they gone and
60told Silver, all might have turned out differently; but they had their orders, I suppose, and decided to sit quietly
61where they were and hark back again to "Lillibullero." There was a slight bend in the coast, and I steered so as to put
62it between us; even before we landed we had thus lost sight of the gigs. I jumped out and came as near running as I
63durst, with a big silk handkerchief under my hat for coolness' sake and a brace of pistols ready primed for safety. I
64had not gone a hundred yards when I reached the stockade.
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