“Now, you see, Jim, so be as you ARE here,” says he,“I’ll give you a piece of my mind.I’ve always liked you, I have, for a lad of spirit,and the picter of my own self when I was young and handsome.I always wanted you to jine and take your share,and die a gentleman, and now, my cock, you’ve got to.Cap’n Smollett’s a fine seaman,as I’ll own up to any day, but stiff on discipline.‘Dooty is dooty,’ says he, and right he is.Just you keep clear of the cap’n.The doctor himself is gone dead again’ you--‘ungrateful scamp’ was what he said; and the short and the long of the whole story is about here: you can’t go back to your own lot, for they won’t have you; and without you start a third ship’s company all by yourself, which might be lonely, you’ll have to jine with Cap’n Silver.”
So far so good. My friends, then, were still alive,and though I partly believed the truth of Silver’s statement,that the cabin party were incensed at me for my desertion,I was more relieved than distressed by what I heard.
“I don’t say nothing as to your being in our hands,” continued Silver, “though there you are,and you may lay to it. I’m all for argyment;I never seen good come out o’ threatening.If you like the service, well, you’ll jine;and if you don’t, Jim, why,you’re free to answer no--free and welcome, shipmate;and if fairer can be said by mortal seaman, shiver my sides!”
“Am I to answer, then?” I asked with a very tremulous voice.Through all this sneering talk,I was made to feel the threat of death that overhung me,and my cheeks burned and my heart beat painfully in my breast.
“Lad,” said Silver, “no one’s a-pressing of you.Take your bearings. None of us won’t hurry you, mate;time goes so pleasant in your company, you see.”
“Well,” says I, growing a bit bolder, “if I’m to choose,I declare I have a right to know what’s what,and why you’re here, and where my friends are.”
“Wot’s wot?” repeated one of the buccaneers in a deep growl. “Ah,he’d be a lucky one as knowed that!”
“You’ll perhaps batten down your hatches till you’re spoke to,my friend,” cried Silver truculently to this speaker.And then, in his first gracious tones,he replied to me, “Yesterday morning, Mr. Hawkins,” said he, “in the dog-watch,down came Doctor Livesey with a flag of truce. Says he,‘Cap’n Silver, you’re sold out. Ship’s gone.’ Well,maybe we’d been taking a glass,and a song to help it round. I won’t say no. Leastways,none of us had looked out. We looked out,and by thunder, the old ship was gone!I never seen a pack o’ fools look fishier;and you may lay to that,if I tells you that looked the fishiest. ‘Well,’ says the doctor, ‘let’s bargain.’ We bargained,him and I, and here we are: stores, brandy,block house, the firewood you was thoughtful enough to cut,and in a manner of speaking, the whole blessed boat,from cross-trees to kelson. As for them,they’ve tramped; I don’t know where’s they are.”
He drew again quietly at his pipe.
“And lest you should take it into that head of yours,” he went on, “that you was included in the treaty,here’s the last word that was said: ‘How many are you,’ says I, ‘to leave?’ ‘Four,’ says he; ‘four, and one of us wounded.As for that boy, I don’t know where he is,confound him,’ says he, ‘nor I don’t much care.We’re about sick of him.’ These was his words.”
“Is that all?” I asked.
“Well, it’s all that you’re to hear, my son, ” returned Silver.
“And now I am to choose?”
“And now you are to choose, and you may lay to that, ” said Silver.
“Well,” said I, “I am not such a fool but I know pretty well what I have to look for. Let the worst come to the worst, it’s little I care. I’ve seen too many die since I fell in with you. But there’s a thing or two I have to tell you,” I said, and by this time I was quite excited; “and the first is this: here you are, in a bad way--ship lost, treasure lost, men lost, your whole business gone to wreck; and if you want to know who did it--it was I!I was in the apple barrel the night we sighted land,and I heard you, John, and you, Dick Johnson,and Hands, who is now at the bottom of the sea,and told every word you said before the hour was out.And as for the schooner, it was I who cut her cable,and it was I that killed the men you had aboard of her,and it was I who brought her where you’ll never see her more,not one of you. The laugh’s on my side;I’ve had the top of this business from the first;I no more fear you than I fear a fly. Kill me,if you please, or spare me. But one thing I’ll say,and no more; if you spare me, bygones are bygones,and when you fellows are in court for piracy,I’ll save you all I can. It is for you to choose.Kill another and do yourselves no good,or spare me and keep a witness to save you from the gallows. ”
I stopped, for, I tell you, I was out of breath,and to my wonder, not a man of them moved,but all sat staring at me like as many sheep.And while they were still staring, I broke out again,“And now, Mr. Silver,” I said,“I believe you’re the best man here,and if things go to the worst,I’ll take it kind of you to let the doctor know the way I took it. ”
“I’ll bear it in mind,” said Silver with an accent so curious that I could not,for the life of me,decide whether he were laughing at my request or had been favourably affected by my courage.
“I’ll put one to that,” cried the old mahogany-faced seaman--Morgan by name--whom I had seen in Long John’s public-house upon the quays of Bristol. “It was him that knowed Black Dog.”
“Well, and see here,” added the sea-cook.“I’ll put another again to that, by thunder!For it was this same boy that faked the chart from Billy Bones.First and last, we’ve split upon Jim Hawkins!”
“Then here goes!” said Morgan with an oath.
And he sprang up, drawing his knife as if he had been twenty.
“Avast, there!” cried Silver. “Who are you, Tom Morgan?Maybe you thought you was cap’n here, perhaps.By the powers, but I’ll teach you better!Cross me, and you’ll go where many a good man’s gone before you,first and last, these thirty year back--some to the yard-arm,shiver my timbers, and some by the board,and all to feed the fishes.There’s never a man looked me between the eyes and seen a good day a’terwards,Tom Morgan, you may lay to that.”
Morgan paused, but a hoarse murmur rose from the others.
“Tom’s right,” said one.
“I stood hazing long enough from one,” added another.“I’ll be hanged if I’ll be hazed by you, John Silver.”
“Did any of you gentlemen want to have it out with ME?” roared Silver, bending far forward from his position on the keg,with his pipe still glowing in his right hand.“Put a name on what you’re at; you ain’t dumb,I reckon. Him that wants shall get it.Have I lived this many years,and a son of a rum puncheon cock his hat athwart my hawse at the latter end of it?You know the way; you’re all gentlemen o’ fortune,by your account. Well, I’m ready. Take a cutlass,him that dares, and I’ll see the colour of his inside,crutch and all, before that pipe’s empty.”
Not a man stirred; not a man answered.
“That’s your sort, is it?” he added, returning his pipe to his mouth. “Well,you’re a gay lot to look at, anyway.Not much worth to fight, you ain’t.P’r’aps you can understand King George’s English.I’m cap’n here by ’lection.I’m cap’n here because I’m the best man by a long sea-mile.You won’t fight, as gentlemen o’ fortune should; then,by thunder, you’ll obey, and you may lay to it!I like that boy, now;I never seen a better boy than that.He’s more a man than any pair of rats of you in this here house,and what I say is this:let me see him that’ll lay a hand on him--that’s what I say,and you may lay to it.”