She would swear the same, in a manner of speaking, before chaplain. In the meantime, the squire and Captain Smollett were still on pretty distant terms with one another. The squire made no bones about the matter; he despised the captain.
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The captain, on his part, never spoke but when he was spoken to, and then sharp and short and dry, and not a word wasted. He owned, when driven into a corner, that he seemed to have been wrong about the crew, that some of them were as brisk as he wanted to see and all had behaved fairly well. As for the ship, he had taken a downright fancy to her. We had some heavy weather, which only proved the qualities of the Hispaniola.
But good did come of the apple barrel, as you shall hear, for if it had not been for that, we should have had no note of warning and might all have perished by the hand of treachery. We had run up the trades to get the wind of the island we were after—I am not allowed to be more plain—and now we were running down for it with a bright lookout day and night.
It was about the last day of our outward voyage by the largest computation; some time that night, or at latest before noon of the morrow, we should sight the Treasure Island. We were heading S. The Hispaniola rolled steadily, dipping her bowsprit now and then with a whiff of spray. All was drawing alow and aloft; everyone was in the bravest spirits because we were now so near an end of the first part of our adventure. Now, just after sundown, when all my work was over and I was on my way to my berth, it occurred to me that I should like an apple.
I ran on deck. The watch was all forward looking out for the island. The man at the helm was watching the luff of the sail and whistling away gently to himself, and that was the only sound excepting the swish of the sea against the bows and around the sides of the ship. In I got bodily into the apple barrel, and found there was scarce an apple left; but sitting down there in the dark, what with the sound of the waters and the rocking movement of the ship, I had either fallen asleep or was on the point of doing so when a heavy man sat down with rather a clash close by.
The barrel shook as he leaned his shoulders against it, and I was just about to jump up when the man began to speak. The same broadside I lost my leg, old Pew lost his deadlights. It was a master surgeon, him that ampytated me—out of college and all—Latin by the bucket, and what not; but he was hanged like a dog, and sun-dried like the rest, at Corso Castle.
Now, what a ship was christened, so let her stay, I says. I laid by nine hundred safe, from England, and two thousand after Flint. I dunno.
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Old Pew, as had lost his sight, and might have thought shame, spends twelve hundred pound in a year, like a lord in Parliament. Where is he now? He begged, and he stole, and he cut throats, and starved at that, by the powers! You may imagine how I felt when I heard this abominable old rogue addressing another in the very same words of flattery as he had used to myself.
I think, if I had been able, that I would have killed him through the barrel. Meantime, he ran on, little supposing he was overheard. Now, the most goes for rum and a good fling, and to sea again in their shirts. I puts it all away, some here, some there, and none too much anywheres, by reason of suspicion. Time enough too, says you. And how did I begin?
Before the mast, like you! But my old missis has it all by now. But I have a way with me, I have. There was some that was feared of Pew, and some that was feared of Flint; but Flint his own self was feared of me. Feared he was, and proud. By this time I had begun to understand the meaning of their terms. But on this point I was soon to be relieved, for Silver giving a little whistle, a third man strolled up and sat down by the party.
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I want to go into that cabin, I do. I want their pickles and wines, and that. By the powers! No more do you, says you. Well then, I mean this squire and doctor shall find the stuff, and help us to get it aboard, by the powers. But I know the sort you are. And how many brisk lads drying in the sun at Execution Dock? You hear me? I seen a thing or two at sea, I have.
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But not you! I know you. Pew was that sort, and he died a beggar-man. Flint was, and he died of rum at Savannah. Ah, they was a sweet crew, they was! Well, what would you think? Dooty is dooty, mates. I give my vote—death. Wait is what I say; but when the time comes, why, let her rip! You may fancy the terror I was in!
I should have leaped out and run for it if I had found the strength, but my limbs and heart alike misgave me. Terrified as I was, I could not help thinking to myself that this must have been how Mr. Arrow got the strong waters that destroyed him. There was a great rush of feet across the deck.
I could hear people tumbling up from the cabin and the forecastle, and slipping in an instant outside my barrel, I dived behind the fore-sail, made a double towards the stern, and came out upon the open deck in time to join Hunter and Dr. Livesey in the rush for the weather bow. There all hands were already congregated.
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A belt of fog had lifted almost simultaneously with the appearance of the moon. Away to the south-west of us we saw two low hills, about a couple of miles apart, and rising behind one of them a third and higher hill, whose peak was still buried in the fog. All three seemed sharp and conical in figure. So much I saw, almost in a dream, for I had not yet recovered from my horrid fear of a minute or two before. And then I heard the voice of Captain Smollett issuing orders.