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by Robert Louis Stevenson

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The First Blow



I WAS so pleased at having given the slip to Long John


that I began to enjoy myself and look around me


with some interest on the strange land that I was in.




I had crossed a marshy tract full of willows, bulrushes,


and odd, outlandish, swampy trees; and I had now come out


upon the skirts of an open piece of undulating, sandy country,


about a mile long, dotted with a few pines and a great number


of contorted trees, not unlike the oak in growth, but pale


in the foliage, like willows. On the far side of the open


stood one of the hills, with two quaint, craggy peaks shining


vividly in the sun.




I now felt for the first time the joy of exploration.


The isle was uninhabited; my shipmates I had left behind,


and nothing lived in front of me but dumb brutes and fowls.


I turned hither and thither among the trees. Here and there were


flowering plants, unknown to me; here and there I saw snakes,


and one raised his head from a ledge of rock and hissed at me


with a noise not unlike the spinning of a top. Little did I suppose


that he was a deadly enemy and that the noise was the famous






Then I came to a long thicket of these oaklike trees--


live, or evergreen, oaks, I heard afterwards they should be called--


which grew low along the sand like brambles,


the boughs curiously twisted, the foliage compact, like thatch.


The thicket stretched down from the top of one of the sandy knolls,


spreading and growing taller as it went, until it reached the margin


of the broad, reedy fen, through which the nearest of the little


rivers soaked its way into the anchorage. The marsh was steaming


in the strong sun, and the outline of the Spy-glass trembled


through the haze.




All at once there began to go a sort of bustle among the bulrushes;


a wild duck flew up with a quack, another followed, and soon


over the whole surface of the marsh a great cloud of birds hung


screaming and circling in the air. I judged at once that some


of my shipmates must be drawing near along the borders


of the fen. Nor was I deceived, for soon I heard the very distant


and low tones of a human voice, which, as I continued to give ear,


grew steadily louder and nearer.




This put me in a great fear, and I crawled under cover


of the nearest live-oak and squatted there, hearkening,


as silent as a mouse.




Another voice answered, and then the first voice, which I now


recognized to be Silver's, once more took up the story


and ran on for a long while in a stream, only now and again


interrupted by the other. By the sound they must have been


talking earnestly, and almost fiercely; but no distinct word


came to my hearing.




At last the speakers seemed to have paused and perhaps to have


sat down, for not only did they cease to draw any nearer,


but the birds themselves began to grow more quiet and


to settle again to their places in the swamp.




And now I began to feel that I was neglecting my business,


that since I had been so foolhardy as to come ashore with


these desperadoes, the least I could do was to overhear them


at their councils, and that my plain and obvious duty was


to draw as close as I could manage, under the favourable ambush


of the crouching trees.




I could tell the direction of the speakers pretty exactly, not only


by the sound of their voices but by the behaviour of the few birds


that still hung in alarm above the heads of the intruders.




Crawling on all fours, I made steadily but slowly towards them,


till at last, raising my head to an aperture among the leaves,


I could see clear down into a little green dell beside the marsh,


and closely set about with trees, where Long John Silver and


another of the crew stood face to face in conversation.




The sun beat full upon them. Silver had thrown his hat beside him


on the ground, and his great, smooth, blond face, all shining


with heat, was lifted to the other man's in a kind of appeal.




"Mate," he was saying, "it's because I thinks gold dust of you--


gold dust, and you may lay to that! If I hadn't took to you


like pitch, do you think I'd have been here a-warning of you?


All's up--you can't make nor mend; it's to save your neck


that I'm a-speaking, and if one of the wild uns knew it,


where'd I be, Tom--now, tell me, where'd I be?"




"Silver," said the other man--and I observed he was


not only red in the face, but spoke as hoarse as a crow,


and his voice shook too, like a taut rope--"Silver," says he,


"you're old, and you're honest, or has the name for it;


and you've money too, which lots of poor sailors hasn't;


and you're brave, or I'm mistook. And will you tell me


you'll let yourself be led away with that kind of a mess of swabs?


Not you! As sure as God sees me, I'd sooner lose my hand.


If I turn agin my dooty--"




And then all of a sudden he was interrupted by a noise.


I had found one of the honest hands--well, here, at that same


moment, came news of another. Far away out in the marsh


there arose, all of a sudden, a sound like the cry of anger,


then another on the back of it; and then one horrid,


long-drawn scream. The rocks of the Spy-glass re-echoed it


a score of times; the whole troop of marsh-birds rose again,


darkening heaven, with a simultaneous whirr; and long after


that death yell was still ringing in my brain, silence had re-


established its empire, and only the rustle of the redescending birds


and the boom of the distant surges disturbed the languor of the






Tom had leaped at the sound, like a horse at the spur,


but Silver had not winked an eye. He stood where he was,


resting lightly on his crutch, watching his companion


like a snake about to spring.




"John!" said the sailor, stretching out his hand.




"Hands off!" cried Silver, leaping back a yard, as it seemed to me,


with the speed and security of a trained gymnast.




"Hands off, if you like, John Silver," said the other.


"It's a black conscience that can make you feared of me.


But in heaven's name, tell me, what was that?"




"That?" returned Silver, smiling away, but warier than ever,


his eye a mere pin-point in his big face, but gleaming


like a crumb of glass. "That? Oh, I reckon that'll be Alan."




And at this point Tom flashed out like a hero.




"Alan!" he cried. "Then rest his soul for a true seaman!


And as for you, John Silver, long you've been a mate of mine,


but you're mate of mine no more. If I die like a dog,


I'll die in my dooty. You've killed Alan, have you?


Kill me too, if you can. But I defies you."




And with that, this brave fellow turned his back


directly on the cook and set off walking for the beach.


But he was not destined to go far. With a cry John seized


the branch of a tree, whipped the crutch out of his armpit,


and sent that uncouth missile hurtling through the air.


It struck poor Tom, point foremost, and with stunning violence,


right between the shoulders in the middle of his back.


His hands flew up, he gave a sort of gasp, and fell.




Whether he were injured much or little, none could ever tell.


Like enough, to judge from the sound, his back was broken


on the spot. But he had no time given him to recover.


Silver, agile as a monkey even without leg or crutch,


was on the top of him next moment and had twice buried his knife


up to the hilt in that defenceless body. From my place of ambush,


I could hear him pant aloud as he struck the blows.




I do not know what it rightly is to faint, but I do know


that for the next little while the whole world swam away


from before me in a whirling mist; Silver and the birds,


and the tall Spy-glass hilltop, going round and round and


topsy-turvy before my eyes, and all manner of bells ringing


and distant voices shouting in my ear.




When I came again to myself the monster had pulled


himself together, his crutch under his arm, his hat upon his head.


Just before him Tom lay motionless upon the sward;


but the murderer minded him not a whit, cleansing his


blood-stained knife the while upon a wisp of grass.


Everything else was unchanged, the sun still shining mercilessly


on the steaming marsh and the tall pinnacle of the mountain, and


I could scarce persuade myself that murder had been actually done


and a human life cruelly cut short a moment since before my eyes.




But now John put his hand into his pocket, brought out a whistle,


and blew upon it several modulated blasts that rang


far across the heated air. I could not tell, of course,


the meaning of the signal, but it instantly awoke my fears.


More men would be coming. I might be discovered.


They had already slain two of the honest people;


after Tom and Alan, might not I come next?




Instantly I began to extricate myself and crawl back again,


with what speed and silence I could manage, to the


more open portion of the wood. As I did so, I could hear hails


coming and going between the old buccaneer and his comrades,


and this sound of danger lent me wings. As soon as I was


clear of the thicket, I ran as I never ran before, scarce minding


the direction of my flight, so long as it led me from the murderers;


and as I ran, fear grew and grew upon me until it turned


into a kind of frenzy.




Indeed, could anyone be more entirely lost than I?


When the gun fired, how should I dare to go down to the boats


among those fiends, still smoking from their crime?


Would not the first of them who saw me wring my neck


like a snipe's? Would not my absence itself be an evidence to them


of my alarm, and therefore of my fatal knowledge?


It was all over, I thought. Good-bye to the HISPANIOLA;


good-bye to the squire, the doctor, and the captain!


There was nothing left for me but death by starvation


or death by the hands of the mutineers.




All this while, as I say, I was still running, and without


taking any notice, I had drawn near to the foot of the


little hill with the two peaks and had got into a part of the island


where the live-oaks grew more widely apart and seemed more like


forest trees in their bearing and dimensions. Mingled with these


were a few scattered pines, some fifty, some nearer seventy,


feet high. The air too smelt more freshly than down beside


the marsh.




And here a fresh alarm brought me to a standstill with


a thumping heart.



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