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by Robert Louis Stevenson

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The Sea-chest



I LOST no time, of course, in telling my mother all that I knew,


and perhaps should have told her long before, and we saw


ourselves at once in a difficult and dangerous position. Some of


the man's money--if he had any--was certainly due to us,


but it was not likely that our captain's shipmates, above all


the two specimens seen by me, Black Dog and the blind beggar,


would be inclined to give up their booty in payment of the


dead man's debts. The captain's order to mount at once and ride


for Doctor Livesey would have left my mother alone and


unprotected, which was not to be thought of. Indeed, it seemed


impossible for either of us to remain much longer in the house;


the fall of coals in the kitchen grate, the very ticking of the clock,


filled us with alarms. The neighbourhood, to our ears, seemed


haunted by approaching footsteps; and what between the dead


body of the captain on the parlour floor and the thought of that


detestable blind beggar hovering near at hand and ready to return,


there were moments when, as the saying goes, I jumped in my


skin for terror. Something must speedily be resolved upon,


and it occurred to us at last to go forth together and seek help


in the neighbouring hamlet. No sooner said than done.


Bare-headed as we were, we ran out at once in the


gathering evening and the frosty fog.




The hamlet lay not many hundred yards away,


though out of view, on the other side of the next cove;


and what greatly encouraged me, it was in an opposite direction


from that whence the blind man had made his appearance and


whither he had presumably returned. We were not many minutes


on the road, though we sometimes stopped to lay hold of each


other and hearken. But there was no unusual sound-- nothing but


the low wash of the ripple and the croaking of the inmates of the






It was already candle-light when we reached the hamlet,


and I shall never forget how much I was cheered to see


the yellow shine in doors and windows; but that, as it proved,


was the best of the help we were likely to get in that quarter.


For--you would have thought men would have been ashamed


of themselves--no soul would consent to return with us


to the Admiral Benbow. The more we told of our troubles,


the more--man, woman, and child-- they clung to the shelter


of their houses. The name of Captain Flint, though it was strange


to me, was well enough known to some there and carried a great


weight of terror. Some of the men who had been to field-work


on the far side of the Admiral Benbow remembered, besides,


to have seen several strangers on the road, and taking them


to be smugglers, to have bolted away; and one at least had seen


a little lugger in what we called Kitt's Hole. For that matter,


anyone who was a comrade of the captain's was enough to frighten


them to death. And the short and the long of the matter was,


that while we could get several who were willing enough to ride


to Dr. Livesey's, which lay in another direction, not one would


help us to defend the inn.




They say cowardice is infectious; but then argument is,


on the other hand, a great emboldener; and so when each had said


his say, my mother made them a speech. She would not,


she declared, lose money that belonged to her fatherless boy;


"If none of the rest of you dare," she said, "Jim and I dare.


Back we will go, the way we came, and small thanks to you big,


hulking, chicken-hearted men. We'll have that chest open,


if we die for it. And I'll thank you for that bag, Mrs. Crossley,


to bring back our lawful money in."




Of course I said I would go with my mother, and of course


they all cried out at our foolhardiness, but even then not a man


would go along with us. All they would do was to give me


a loaded pistol lest we were attacked, and to promise to have


horses ready saddled in case we were pursued on our return,


while one lad was to ride forward to the doctor's in search


of armed assistance.




My heart was beating finely when we two set forth in the cold night


upon this dangerous venture. A full moon was beginning to rise


and peered redly through the upper edges of the fog, and this


increased our haste, for it was plain, before we came forth again,


that all would be as bright as day, and our departure exposed


to the eyes of any watchers. We slipped along the hedges,


noiseless and swift, nor did we see or hear anything to increase


our terrors, till, to our relief, the door of the Admiral Benbow


had closed behind us.




I slipped the bolt at once, and we stood and panted for a moment


in the dark, alone in the house with the dead captain's body.


Then my mother got a candle in the bar, and holding each other's


hands, we advanced into the parlour. He lay as we had left him,


on his back, with his eyes open and one arm stretched out.




"Draw down the blind, Jim," whispered my mother;


"they might come and watch outside. And now," said she


when I had done so, "we have to get the key off THAT;


and who's to touch it, I should like to know!" and she gave


a kind of sob as she said the words.




I went down on my knees at once. On the floor close to his hand


there was a little round of paper, blackened on the one side.


I could not doubt that this was the BLACK SPOT; and taking it up,


I found written on the other side, in a very good, clear hand,


this short message: "You have till ten tonight."




"He had till ten, Mother," said I; and just as I said it, our old clock


began striking. This sudden noise startled us shockingly;


but the news was good, for it was only six.




"Now, Jim," she said, "that key."




I felt in his pockets, one after another. A few small coins,


a thimble, and some thread and big needles, a piece


of pigtail tobacco bitten away at the end, his gully with the


crooked handle, a pocket compass, and a tinder box were all


that they contained, and I began to despair.




"Perhaps it's round his neck," suggested my mother.




Overcoming a strong repugnance, I tore open his shirt at the neck,


and there, sure enough, hanging to a bit of tarry string, which I cut


with his own gully, we found the key. At this triumph we were


filled with hope and hurried upstairs without delay to the little room


where he had slept so long and where his box had stood


since the day of his arrival.




It was like any other seaman's chest on the outside, the initial "B"


burned on the top of it with a hot iron, and the corners somewhat


smashed and broken as by long, rough usage.




"Give me the key," said my mother; and though the lock was very


stiff, she had turned it and thrown back the lid in a twinkling.




A strong smell of tobacco and tar rose from the interior,


but nothing was to be seen on the top except a suit of very good


clothes, carefully brushed and folded. They had never been worn,


my mother said. Under that, the miscellany began--a quadrant,


a tin canikin, several sticks of tobacco, two brace of very


handsome pistols, a piece of bar silver, an old Spanish watch


and some other trinkets of little value and mostly of foreign make,


a pair of compasses mounted with brass, and five or six curious


West Indian shells. I have often wondered since why he should


have carried about these shells with him in his wandering,


guilty, and hunted life.




In the meantime, we had found nothing of any value but the silver


and the trinkets, and neither of these were in our way.


Underneath there was an old boat-cloak, whitened with sea-salt


on many a harbour-bar. My mother pulled it up with impatience,


and there lay before us, the last things in the chest, a bundle


tied up in oilcloth, and looking like papers, and a canvas bag


that gave forth, at a touch, the jingle of gold.




"I'll show these rogues that I'm an honest woman," said my mother.


"I'll have my dues, and not a farthing over. Hold Mrs. Crossley's


bag." And she began to count over the amount of the captain's


score from the sailor's bag into the one that I was holding.




It was a long, difficult business, for the coins were of all countries


and sizes--doubloons, and louis d'ors, and guineas, and


pieces of eight, and I know not what besides, all shaken together


at random. The guineas, too, were about the scarcest, and it was


with these only that my mother knew how to make her count.




When we were about half-way through, I suddenly put my hand


upon her arm, for I had heard in the silent frosty air a sound


that brought my heart into my mouth--the tap-tapping of the blind


man's stick upon the frozen road. It drew nearer and nearer,


while we sat holding our breath. Then it struck sharp


on the inn door, and then we could hear the handle being turned


and the bolt rattling as the wretched being tried to enter;


and then there was a long time of silence both within and without.


At last the tapping recommenced, and, to our indescribable joy


and gratitude, died slowly away again until it ceased to be heard.




"Mother," said I, "take the whole and let's be going,"


for I was sure the bolted door must have seemed suspicious


and would bring the whole hornet's nest about our ears,


though how thankful I was that I had bolted it, none could tell


who had never met that terrible blind man.




But my mother, frightened as she was, would not consent to take


a fraction more than was due to her and was obstinately unwilling


to be content with less. It was not yet seven, she said,


by a long way; she knew her rights and she would have them;


and she was still arguing with me when a little low whistle


sounded a good way off upon the hill. That was enough,


and more than enough, for both of us.




"I'll take what I have," she said, jumping to her feet.




"And I'll take this to square the count," said I, picking up the


oilskin packet.




Next moment we were both groping downstairs, leaving the candle


by the empty chest; and the next we had opened the door


and were in full retreat. We had not started a moment too soon.


The fog was rapidly dispersing; already the moon shone quite clear


on the high ground on either side; and it was only in the exact


bottom of the dell and round the tavern door that a thin veil


still hung unbroken to conceal the first steps of our escape.


Far less than half-way to the hamlet, very little beyond


the bottom of the hill, we must come forth into the moonlight.


Nor was this all, for the sound of several footsteps running


came already to our ears, and as we looked back in their direction,


a light tossing to and fro and still rapidly advancing showed that


one of the newcomers carried a lantern.




"My dear," said my mother suddenly, "take the money and run on.


I am going to faint."




This was certainly the end for both of us, I thought. How I cursed


the cowardice of the neighbours; how I blamed my poor mother


for her honesty and her greed, for her past foolhardiness


and present weakness! We were just at the little bridge,


by good fortune; and I helped her, tottering as she was,


to the edge of the bank, where, sure enough, she gave a sigh


and fell on my shoulder. I do not know how I found the strength


to do it at all, and I am afraid it was roughly done, but I managed


to drag her down the bank and a little way under the arch.


Farther I could not move her, for the bridge was too low


to let me do more than crawl below it. So there we had to stay--


my mother almost entirely exposed and both of us within earshot


of the inn.



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