The Fall of a Chieftain
THERE never was such an overturn in this world. Each of
six men was as though he had been struck. But with Silver
the blow passed almost instantly. Every thought of his
had been set full-stretch, like a racer, on that money;
well, he was brought up, in a single second, dead;
and he kept his head, found his temper, and changed his
before the others had had time to realize the disappointment.
"Jim," he whispered, "take that, and stand
by for trouble."
And he passed me a double-barrelled pistol.
At the same time, he began quietly moving northward, and
few steps had put the hollow between us two and the other
Then he looked at me and nodded, as much as to say,
"Here is a narrow corner," as, indeed, I thought
His looks were not quite friendly, and I was so revolted
at these constant changes that I could not forbear whispering,
"So you've changed sides again."
There was no time left for him to answer in. The buccaneers,
with oaths and cries, began to leap, one after another,
into the pit
and to dig with their fingers, throwing the boards aside
as they did so. Morgan found a piece of gold. He held it
with a perfect spout of oaths. It was a two-guinea piece,
and it went from hand to hand among them for a quarter
"Two guineas!" roared Merry, shaking it at Silver.
"That's your seven hundred thousand pounds, is it?
You're the man for bargains, ain't you? You're him
that never bungled nothing, you wooden-headed lubber!"
"Dig away, boys," said Silver with the coolest
"you'll find some pig-nuts and I shouldn't wonder."
"Pig-nuts!" repeated Merry, in a scream. "Mates,
do you hear that?
I tell you now, that man there knew it all along. Look
in the face
of him and you'll see it wrote there."
"Ah, Merry," remarked Silver, "standing
for cap'n again?
You're a pushing lad, to be sure."
But this time everyone was entirely in Merry's favour.
They began to scramble out of the excavation, darting
furious glances behind them. One thing I observed,
which looked well for us: they all got out upon the opposite
Well, there we stood, two on one side, five on the other,
the pit between us, and nobody screwed up high enough
to offer the first blow. Silver never moved; he watched
very upright on his crutch, and looked as cool as ever
I saw him.
He was brave, and no mistake.
At last Merry seemed to think a speech might help matters.
"Mates," says he, "there's two of them alone
one's the old cripple that brought us all here and
blundered us down to this; the other's that cub
that I mean to have the heart of. Now, mates--"
He was raising his arm and his voice, and plainly meant
to lead a charge. But just then--crack! crack! crack!--
three musket-shots flashed out of the thicket. Merry tumbled
head foremost into the excavation; the man with the bandage
spun round like a teetotum and fell all his length upon
where he lay dead, but still twitching; and the other three
turned and ran for it with all their might.
Before you could wink, Long John had fired two barrels
of a pistol
into the struggling Merry, and as the man rolled up his
eyes at him
in the last agony, "George," said he, "I
reckon I settled you."
At the same moment, the doctor, Gray, and Ben Gunn joined
with smoking muskets, from among the nutmeg-trees.
"Forward!" cried the doctor. "Double quick,
We must head 'em off the boats."
And we set off at a great pace, sometimes plunging
through the bushes to the chest.
I tell you, but Silver was anxious to keep up with us.
The work that man went through, leaping on his crutch
till the muscles of his chest were fit to burst, was work
no sound man ever equalled; and so thinks the doctor.
As it was, he was already thirty yards behind us and on
of strangling when we reached the brow of the slope.
"Doctor," he hailed, "see there! No hurry!"
Sure enough there was no hurry. In a more open part of
we could see the three survivors still running in the same
as they had started, right for Mizzen-mast Hill. We were
between them and the boats; and so we four sat down to
while Long John, mopping his face, came slowly up with
"Thank ye kindly, doctor," says he. "You
came in in about the
nick, I guess, for me and Hawkins. And so it's you, Ben
he added. "Well, you're a nice one, to be sure."
"I'm Ben Gunn, I am," replied the maroon, wriggling
like an eel
in his embarrassment. "And," he added, after
a long pause,
"how do, Mr. Silver? Pretty well, I thank ye, says
"Ben, Ben," murmured Silver, "to think as
you've done me!"
The doctor sent back Gray for one of the pick-axes deserted,
in their flight, by the mutineers, and then as we proceeded
leisurely downhill to where the boats were lying, related
in a few
words what had taken place. It was a story that profoundly
interested Silver; and Ben Gunn, the half-idiot maroon,
was the hero from beginning to end.
Ben, in his long, lonely wanderings about the island,
had found the skeleton--it was he that had rifled it;
he had found the treasure; he had dug it up (it was the
of his pick-axe that lay broken in the excavation);
he had carried it on his back, in many weary journeys,
from the foot of the tall pine to a cave he had
on the two-pointed hill at the north-east angle of the
and there it had lain stored in safety since two months
before the arrival of the HISPANIOLA.
When the doctor had wormed this secret from him on the
of the attack, and when next morning he saw the anchorage
deserted, he had gone to Silver, given him the chart,
which was now useless--given him the stores, for Ben Gunn's
was well supplied with goats' meat salted by himself--
given anything and everything to get a chance of moving
from the stockade to the two-pointed hill, there to be
of malaria and keep a guard upon the money.
"As for you, Jim," he said, "it went against
but I did what I thought best for those who had stood by
and if you were not one of these, whose fault was it?"
That morning, finding that I was to be involved in the
disappointment he had prepared for the mutineers, he had
all the way to the cave, and leaving the squire to guard
had taken Gray and the maroon and started, making the diagonal
across the island to be at hand beside the pine. Soon,
he saw that our party had the start of him; and Ben Gunn,
fleet of foot, had been dispatched in front to do his best
Then it had occurred to him to work upon the superstitions
of his former shipmates, and he was so far successful
that Gray and the doctor had come up and were already ambushed
before the arrival of the treasure-hunters.
"Ah," said Silver, "it were fortunate for
me that I had Hawkins
here. You would have let old John be cut to bits, and never
given it a thought, doctor."
"Not a thought," replied Dr. Livesey cheerily.
And by this time we had reached the gigs. The doctor,
with the pick-axe, demolished one of them, and then we
got aboard the other and set out to go round by sea for
This was a run of eight or nine miles. Silver, though he
killed already with fatigue, was set to an oar, like the
rest of us,
and we were soon skimming swiftly over a smooth sea.
Soon we passed out of the straits and doubled the south-east
of the island, round which, four days ago, we had towed
As we passed the two-pointed hill, we could see the black
of Ben Gunn's cave and a figure standing by it, leaning
on a musket.
It was the squire, and we waved a handkerchief and gave
three cheers, in which the voice of Silver joined as heartily
Three miles farther, just inside the mouth of North Inlet,
what should we meet but the HISPANIOLA, cruising by herself?
The last flood had lifted her, and had there been much
or a strong tide current, as in the southern anchorage,
we should never have found her more, or found her stranded
beyond help. As it was, there was little amiss beyond the
of the main-sail. Another anchor was got ready and dropped
in a fathom and a half of water. We all pulled round again
to Rum Cove, the nearest point for Ben Gunn's treasure-house;
and then Gray, single-handed, returned with the gig to
HISPANIOLA, where he was to pass the night on guard.
A gentle slope ran up from the beach to the entrance of
At the top, the squire met us. To me he was cordial and
saying nothing of my escapade either in the way of blame
or praise. At Silver's polite salute he somewhat flushed.
"John Silver," he said, "you're a prodigious
villain and imposter--
a monstrous imposter, sir. I am told I am not to prosecute
Well, then, I will not. But the dead men, sir, hang about
"Thank you kindly, sir," replied Long John, again
"I dare you to thank me!" cried the squire. "It
is a gross dereliction
of my duty. Stand back."
And thereupon we all entered the cave. It was a large,
with a little spring and a pool of clear water, overhung
The floor was sand. Before a big fire lay Captain
and in a far corner, only duskily flickered over by the
I beheld great heaps of coin and quadrilaterals built of
bars of gold.
That was Flint's treasure that we had come so far to seek
and that had cost already the lives of seventeen men from
HISPANIOLA. How many it had cost in the amassing,
what blood and sorrow, what good ships scuttled on the
what brave men walking the plank blindfold, what shot of
what shame and lies and cruelty, perhaps no man alive could
Yet there were still three upon that island--Silver, and
and Ben Gunn--who had each taken his share in these crimes,
as each had hoped in vain to share in the reward.
"Come in, Jim," said the captain. "You're
a good boy in your line,
Jim, but I don't think you and me'll go to sea again.
You're too much of the born favourite for me.
Is that you, John Silver? What brings you here, man?"
"Come back to my dooty, sir," returned Silver.
"Ah!" said the captain, and that was all he said.
What a supper I had of it that night, with all my friends
and what a meal it was, with Ben Gunn's salted goat and
delicacies and a bottle of old wine from the HISPANIOLA.
Never, I am sure, were people gayer or happier. And there
Silver, sitting back almost out of the firelight, but eating
prompt to spring forward when anything was wanted,
even joining quietly in our laughter--the same bland, polite,
obsequious seaman of the voyage out.
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