Treasure Island
Narrative Continued by the Doctor: How the Ship Was Abandoned
IT was about past one—three in the sea phrase—that the two from the Hispaniola. The captain, the squire, and I were talking over in the cabin. Had there been a of wind, we should have on the six who were left with us, our cable, and away to sea. But the wind was wanting; and to complete our helplessness, came Hunter with the news that Jim Hawkins had into a and was gone with the rest.
It to us to Jim Hawkins, but we were for his safety. With the men in the they were in, it an if we should see the again. We ran on deck. The was in the seams; the of the place me sick; if a man and dysentery, it was in that anchorage. The six were under a sail in the forecastle; we see the fast and a man in each, hard by where the river in. One of them was “Lillibullero.”
Waiting was a strain, and it was that Hunter and I should go with the jolly-boat in of information.
The had to their right, but Hunter and I in, in the direction of the upon the chart. The two who were left their in a at our appearance; “Lillibullero” stopped off, and I see the pair what they ought to do. Had they gone and told Silver, all might have out differently; but they had their orders, I suppose, and to where they were and again to “Lillibullero.”
There was a in the coast, and I so as to put it us; we we had thus of the gigs. I jumped out and came as near as I durst, with a big under my for coolness’ and a of pistols for safety.
I had not gone a hundred yards when I the stockade.
This was how it was: a of clear water rose almost at the top of a knoll. Well, on the knoll, and the spring, they had a fit to two score of people on a pinch and for on either side. All this they had a wide space, and then the thing was by a six high, without door or opening, too to without time and and too open to the besiegers. The people in the log-house had them in every way; they in and the others like partridges. All they wanted was a good watch and food; for, of a complete surprise, they might have the place against a regiment.
What particularly took my was the spring. For though we had a good place of it in the of the Hispaniola, with of arms and ammunition, and to eat, and excellent wines, there had been one thing overlooked—we had no water. I was this over when there came over the the of a man at the point of death. I was not new to death—I have his Royal Highness the Duke of Cumberland, and got a myself at Fontenoy—but I know my and one. “Jim Hawkins is gone,” was my thought.
It is something to have been an old soldier, but more still to have been a doctor. There is no time to dilly-dally in our work. And so now I up my mind instantly, and with no time returned to the and jumped on the jolly-boat.
By good Hunter a good oar. We the water fly, and the was soon alongside and I the schooner.
I them all shaken, as was natural. The was down, as white as a sheet, of the he had us to, the good soul! And one of the six hands was little better.
“There’s a man,” says Captain Smollett, him, “new to this work. He came nigh-hand fainting, doctor, when he the cry. Another touch of the rudder and that man would join us.”
I told my plan to the captain, and us we settled on the of its accomplishment.
We put old Redruth in the the and the forecastle, with three or four and a for protection. Hunter the under the stern-port, and Joyce and I set to work her with tins, muskets, of biscuits, of pork, a of cognac, and my medicine chest.
In the meantime, the and the captain on deck, and the the coxswain, who was the man aboard.
“Mr. Hands,” he said, “here are two of us with a of pistols each. If any one of you six make a of any description, that man’s dead.”
They were a good taken aback, and after a little one and all the companion, no to take us on the rear. But when they saw Redruth waiting for them in the galley, they about ship at once, and a out again on deck.
“Down, dog!” the captain.
And the again; and we no more, for the time, of these six very faint-hearted seamen.
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By this time, in as they came, we had the jolly-boat as much as we dared. Joyce and I got out through the stern-port, and we for again as fast as take us.
This second the along shore. “Lillibullero” was again; and just we of them the little point, one of them and disappeared. I had a mind to my plan and their boats, but I that Silver and the others might be close at hand, and all might very well be by trying for too much.
We had soon touched land in the same place as and set to the house. All three the journey, laden, and our stores over the palisade. Then, Joyce to them—one man, to be sure, but with a dozen muskets—Hunter and I returned to the jolly-boat and ourselves once more. So we without to take breath, till the whole was bestowed, when the two took up their position in the house, and I, with all my power, to the Hispaniola.
That we should have a second more than it was. They had the of numbers, of course, but we had the of arms. Not one of the men had a musket, and they range for pistol shooting, we ourselves we should be able to give a good account of a half-dozen at least.
The was waiting for me at the window, all his gone from him. He the painter and it fast, and we to the for our very lives. Pork, powder, and biscuit was the cargo, with only a and a for the and me and Redruth and the captain. The of the arms and we in two and a of water, so that we see the us in the sun, on the clean, bottom.
By this time the was to ebb, and the ship was to her anchor. Voices were in the direction of the two gigs; and though this us for Joyce and Hunter, who were well to the eastward, it our party to be off.
Redruth from his place in the and into the boat, which we then to the ship’s counter, to be for Captain Smollett.
“Now, men,” said he, “do you me?”
There was no answer from the forecastle.
“It’s to you, Abraham Gray—it’s to you I am speaking.”
Still no reply.
“Gray,” Mr. Smollett, a little louder, “I am this ship, and I order you to your captain. I know you are a good man at bottom, and I say not one of the of you’s as as he makes out. I have my watch here in my hand; I give you thirty to join me in.”
There was a pause.
“Come, my fellow,” the captain; “don’t so long in stays. I’m my life and the of these good every second.”
There was a scuffle, a of blows, and out Abraham Gray with a knife cut on the of the cheek, and came to the captain like a dog to the whistle.
“I’m with you, sir,” said he.
And the next moment he and the captain had of us, and we had off and way.
We were clear out of the ship, but not yet in our stockade.
