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1Owing to the cant of the vessel, the masts hung far out over the water, and from my perch on the cross-trees I had
2nothing below me but the surface of the bay. Hands, who was not so far up, was in consequence nearer to the ship and
3fell between me and the bulwarks. He rose once to the surface in a lather of foam and blood and then sank again for
4good. As the water settled, I could see him lying huddled together on the clean, bright sand in the shadow of the
5vessel's sides. A fish or two whipped past his body. Sometimes, by the quivering of the water, he appeared to move a
6little, as if he were trying to rise. But he was dead enough, for all that, being both shot and drowned, and was food
7for fish in the very place where he had designed my slaughter. I was no sooner certain of this than I began to feel
8sick, faint, and terrified. The hot blood was running over my back and chest. The dirk, where it had pinned my shoulder
9to the mast, seemed to burn like a hot iron; yet it was not so much these real sufferings that distressed me, for these,
10it seemed to me, I could bear without a murmur; it was the horror I had upon my mind of falling from the cross-trees
11into that still green water, beside the body of the coxswain. I clung with both hands till my nails ached, and I shut my
12eyes as if to cover up the peril. Gradually my mind came back again, my pulses quieted down to a more natural time, and
13I was once more in possession of myself. It was my first thought to pluck forth the dirk, but either it stuck too hard
14or my nerve failed me, and I desisted with a violent shudder. Oddly enough, that very shudder did the business. The
15knife, in fact, had come the nearest in the world to missing me altogether; it held me by a mere pinch of skin, and this
16the shudder tore away. The blood ran down the faster, to be sure, but I was my own master again and only tacked to the
17mast by my coat and shirt. These last I broke through with a sudden jerk, and then regained the deck by the starboard
18shrouds. For nothing in the world would I have again ventured, shaken as I was, upon the overhanging port shrouds from
19which Israel had so lately fallen. I went below and did what I could for my wound; it pained me a good deal and still
20bled freely, but it was neither deep nor dangerous, nor did it greatly gall me when I used my arm. Then I looked around
21me, and as the ship was now, in a sense, my own, I began to think of clearing it from its last passenger--the dead man,
22O'Brien. He had pitched, as I have said, against the bulwarks, where he lay like some horrible, ungainly sort of puppet,
23life-size, indeed, but how different from life's colour or life's comeliness! In that position I could easily have my
24way with him, and as the habit of tragical adventures had worn off almost all my terror for the dead, I took him by the
25waist as if he had been a sack of bran and with one good heave, tumbled him overboard. He went in with a sounding
26plunge; the red cap came off and remained floating on the surface; and as soon as the splash subsided, I could see him
27and Israel lying side by side, both wavering with the tremulous movement of the water. O'Brien, though still quite a
28young man, was very bald. There he lay, with that bald head across the knees of the man who had killed him and the quick
29fishes steering to and fro over both. I was now alone upon the ship; the tide had just turned. The sun was within so few
30degrees of setting that already the shadow of the pines upon the western shore began to reach right across the anchorage
31and fall in patterns on the deck. The evening breeze had sprung up, and though it was well warded off by the hill with
32the two peaks upon the east, the cordage had begun to sing a little softly to itself and the idle sails to rattle to and
33fro. I began to see a danger to the ship. The jibs I speedily doused and brought tumbling to the deck, but the main-sail
34was a harder matter. Of course, when the schooner canted over, the boom had swung out-board, and the cap of it and a
35foot or two of sail hung even under water. I thought this made it still more dangerous; yet the strain was so heavy that
36I half feared to meddle. At last I got my knife and cut the halyards. The peak dropped instantly, a great belly of loose
37canvas floated broad upon the water, and since, pull as I liked, I could not budge the downhall, that was the extent of
38what I could accomplish. For the rest, the HISPANIOLA must trust to luck, like myself. By this time the whole anchorage
39had fallen into shadow--the last rays, I remember, falling through a glade of the wood and shining bright as jewels on
40the flowery mantle of the wreck. It began to be chill; the tide was rapidly fleeting seaward, the schooner settling more
41and more on her beam-ends. I scrambled forward and looked over. It seemed shallow enough, and holding the cut hawser in
42both hands for a last security, I let myself drop softly overboard. The water scarcely reached my waist; the sand was
43firm and covered with ripple marks, and I waded ashore in great spirits, leaving the HISPANIOLA on her side, with her
44main-sail trailing wide upon the surface of the bay. About the same time, the sun went fairly down and the breeze
45whistled low in the dusk among the tossing pines. At least, and at last, I was off the sea, nor had I returned thence
46empty-handed. There lay the schooner, clear at last from buccaneers and ready for our own men to board and get to sea
47again. I had nothing nearer my fancy than to get home to the stockade and boast of my achievements. Possibly I might be
48blamed a bit for my truantry, but the recapture of the HISPANIOLA was a clenching answer, and I hoped that even Captain
49Smollett would confess I had not lost my time. So thinking, and in famous spirits, I began to set my face homeward for
50the block house and my companions. I remembered that the most easterly of the rivers which drain into Captain Kidd's
51anchorage ran from the two-peaked hill upon my left, and I bent my course in that direction that I might pass the stream
52while it was small. The wood was pretty open, and keeping along the lower spurs, I had soon turned the corner of that
53hill, and not long after waded to the mid-calf across the watercourse. This brought me near to where I had encountered
54Ben Gunn, the maroon; and I walked more circumspectly, keeping an eye on every side. The dusk had come nigh hand
55completely, and as I opened out the cleft between the two peaks, I became aware of a wavering glow against the sky,
56where, as I judged, the man of the island was cooking his supper before a roaring fire. And yet I wondered, in my heart,
57that he should show himself so careless. For if I could see this radiance, might it not reach the eyes of Silver himself
58where he camped upon the shore among the marshes? Gradually the night fell blacker; it was all I could do to guide
59myself even roughly towards my destination; the double hill behind me and the Spy-glass on my right hand loomed faint
60and fainter; the stars were few and pale; and in the low ground where I wandered I kept tripping among bushes and
61rolling into sandy pits. Suddenly a kind of brightness fell about me. I looked up; a pale glimmer of moonbeams had
62alighted on the summit of the Spy-glass, and soon after I saw something broad and silvery moving low down behind the
63trees, and knew the moon had risen. With this to help me, I passed rapidly over what remained to me of my journey, and
64sometimes walking, sometimes running, impatiently drew near to the stockade. Yet, as I began to thread the grove that
65lies before it, I was not so thoughtless but that I slacked my pace and went a trifle warily. It would have been a poor
66end of my adventures to get shot down by my own party in mistake.
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