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- Chapter fifteen, I strike the Jolly Roger. I had scarce gained a position on the bowsprit when the flying jib flapped and filled on the other tack with a report like a gun. The schooner trembled to her keel under the reverse. But the next moment the other sails, still drawing, the jib flapped back again and hung idle. This had nearly tossed me off into the sea, and now I lost no time, crawled back along the bowsprit and tumbled head foremost on the deck. I was on the lee side of the forecastle, and the mainsail, which was still drawing, concealed me from a certain portion of the after deck. Not a soul was to be seen. The planks, which had not been swabbed since the mutiny, bore the print of many feet, and an empty bottle, broken by the neck, tumbled to and fro like a live thing in the scuppers. Suddenly the Hispaniola came right into the wind. The jibs behind me cracked aloud. The rudder slammed too. The whole ship gave a sickening heave and shudder, and at the same moment the main boom swung in board, the sheet groaning in the blocks, and showed me the lee after deck there were the two watchmen, sure enough, Red Cap on his back, as stiff as a handspike, with his arms stretched out like those of a crucifix, and his teeth showing through his open lips. Israel hands propped against the bulwarks, his chin on his chest, his hands lying open before him on the deck, his face as white under his tan as a tallow candle. For a while the ship kept bucking and sidling like a vicious horse, the sails filling now on one tack, now on another, and the boom swinging to and fro, till the mast groaned aloud under the strain. Now and again too there would come a cloud of light sprays under the bulwark at a heavy blow of the ship's boughs against the swell, So much heavier weather was made of it by this great rigged ship than by my homemade lopsided coracle, now gone to the bottom of the sea. At every jump of the schooner, Red Cap slipped to and fro. But what was ghastly to behold, neither his attitude nor his fixed teeth disclosing Grin was in any way disturbed by this rough usage. At every jump, too, Hands appeared still more to sink into himself, and settled down upon the deck, his feet sliding ever the farther out, and the whole body canting toward the stern, so that his face became little by little hid from me, and at last I could see nothing beyond his ear and the frayed ringlet of one whisker. At the same time I observed around both of them splashes of dark blood upon the planks, and began to feel sure that they had killed each other in their drug and wrath. While I was thus looking and wondering, in a calm moment, when the ship was still Israel, Hands turned partly round, and, with a low moan, writhed himself back to the position in which I had seen him first. The moan, which told of pain and deadly weakness, and the way in which his jaw hung open, went right to my heart. But when I remembered the talk I had overheard from the apple barrel, all pity left me. I walked aft until I reached the mainmast. Come aboard, mister Hans, I said, ironically. He rolled his eyes round heavily, but he was far too gone to expressed surprise. All he could do was utter one word, brandy. It occurred to me that there was no time to lose, and dodging the boom as it once more lurched across the deck, I slipped aft and down the companion stairs into the cabin. It was such a scene of confusion as you can hardly fancy. All the lockfast places had been broken open in quest of the chart. The floor was thick with mud where the Ruffians had sat down to drink or consult after wading in the marshes round their camp. The bulkheads, all painted in clear white and beaded round with gilt, bore a pattern of dirty hands. Dozens of empty bottles clinked together in corners to the rolling of the ship. One of the doctor's medical books lay open on the table, half of the leaves gutted out, I suppose for pipe lights. In the midst of all this, the lamp still cast a smoky glow, obscure and brown. As umber I went into the cellar, all the barrels were gone, and of the bottle as a most surprising number had been drunk out and thrown away. Certainly, since the mutiny began, not a man of them could ever have been sober. Foraging about, I found a bottle with brandy left for hands and for myself. I routed out some biscuit, some pickled fruits, a great bunch of raisins, and a piece of cheese. With these, I came on deck, put down my own stock behind the rudderhead, and well out of the cocksin's reach, went forward to the water breaker and had a good deep drink of water, and then, not until then, gave hands the brandy. He must have drunk a chill before he took the bottle from his mouth, ay said he by thunder, But I wanted some of that, And he sat down already in my corner and began to eat. Much hurt, I asked him. He grunted, or rather I might say he barked. If that doctor was aboard, he said, I'd be right enough in a couple of turns. But I don't have no manner of luck, you see. That's what's the matter with me. And for that swab he's good and dead, he is, he added, indicating the man with the red cap. He weern't no seamen anyhow, and where moret you've come from? Well, said I. I have come aboard to take possession of the ship, mister Hans, and you'll please regard me as your captain until further notice. He looked at me sourly enough, but said nothing. Some of the color had come back into his cheeks, though he still looked very sick, and still continued to slip out and settle down. As the ship banged about by the bye, I continued, I can't have these colors, mister Hans, and by your leave, i'll strike em better none than these, And again, dodging the boom, I ran to the color lines and hauled down their cursed black flag and chucked it overboard. God save the King, said I, waving my cap, and there's an end, Captain Silver. He watched me keenly and slyly, his chin all the while on his breast. I reckon, he said, at last, I reckon, Captain Hawkins, you kinda want to get ashore? Now suppose we talks? Why, Yes, says I, with all my heart, mister Hans, say on, And I went back to my meal with a good appetite. This man, he began nodding feebly at the corpse. O'Brien was his name, A rank islander. This man and me got the canvas on her, meaning for to sailor a back. Well, he's dead now, he is as dead as bilge. And who's to sail this ship? I don't see without I'll give you a hint. You ain't that man, as far as I can tell. Now. Look here you gives me food and drink and an old scarf handkerchief to tie my wound up. You do, and I'll tell you how to sail her. And that's about square all round, I take it. I'll tell you one thing, says I. I'm not going back to Captain Kid's anchorage. I mean to get into north Inlet and beach her quietly there to be sure you did. He cried, Why I ain't such an infernal lubber, After all I can see, can't I. I've tried, my fling, I have, and I've lost. And it's you as the wind of me north Inlet. Why I haven't no choice, not I I'd to help you sailor up to execution dock by thunder, so I would, well, as it seemed to me, there was some sense in this we struck our bargain on the spot. In three minutes, I had the Hispaniola sailing easily before the wind along the coast of Treasure Island, with good hopes of turning the northern point ere noon and beating down again as far as north Inlet before high water, when we might beach her safely and wait until the subsiding tide permitted us to land. Then I lashed the tiller and went below to my own chest, where I got a soft silk handkerchief of my mother's. With this and with my aid hands, bound up the great bleeding stab he had received in the thigh, And after he had eaten a little and had a swallow or two more of the brandy, he began to pick up visibly, sat straighter, up, spoke louder and clearer, and looked in every way another man. The breeze served us admirably. We skimmed before it like a bird, the coast of the island flashing by, and the view changing every minute. Soon we were past the highlands and bowling beside low sandy country, sparsely dotted with dwarf pines, And soon we were beyond that again and had turned the corner of the rocky hill that ends the Eye Island on the north. I was greatly elated with my new command, and pleased with the bright sunshiny weather, and these different prospects of the coast. I now had plenty of water and good things to eat. And my conscience, which had smitten me hard for my desertion, was quieted by the great conquest I had made. I should, I think, have had nothing left me to desire but for the eyes of the cocks, and as they followed me derisively about the deck, and the odd smile that appeared continually on his face. It was a smile that had in it something both of pain and weakness, a haggard old man's smile. But there was besides that a grain of derision, a shadow of treachery in his expression, as he craftily watched and watched and watched me at my work. End of chapter twenty five. Chapter twenty six, Israel hands the wind, serving us to a desire. Now hauled into the west, we could run so much easier from the northeast corner of the island to the mouth of the North Inlet. Only as we had no power to anchor, and dared not beach her until the tide had flowed A good deal farther time hung on our hands the cox and told me how to lay the ship too. After a good many trials, I succeeded, and we both sat in silence over another meal. Cap'n said he at length, with that same uncomfortable smile. Here is my old shipmate, O'Brian. Suppose you was to leave him overboard. I ate particular as a rule, and I don't take no blame for settling his hash. But I don't reckon him ornamental, now do you. I'm not strong enough and I don't like the job. And there he lies for me, said I. He is an unlucky ship. The Hispaniola Jim. He went on blinking. There's a power of men being killed on this Ispaniola. A sight, O poor seamen, dead and gone. Since you and me took this ship to Bristol, I never seen such dirty luck, not I there was this here, O'Brien. Now he's dead, ain't he? Well? Now I'm no scholar, and you're a ladders can read and figure. And to put it straight, do you take it as a dead man? He is dead for good, or do he come alive again? You can kill the body, mister Hans, but not the spirit. You must know that already, I replied, O'Brien, there is in another world and maybe watching us, Ah says he. Well, that's unfortunate. Appears as if killing parties was a waste of time. Howso ever, spirits don't reckon for much, by what I've seen. I'll chance it with the spirits, Jim. And now you spoke up free and I'll take it kind if you'll step down into that deer cabin and get me a well shiver my timbers. I can't hit the name on well, you can get me a butler of wine, Jim. This here, Brandy's too strong for my head. Now. The Coxin's hesitation seemed to be unnatural. And as for the notion of his preferring wine to Brandy, I entirely disbelieved it. The whole story was a pretext. He wanted me to leave the deck, so much was plain. But with what purpose I could in no way imagine. His eyes never met mine, and they kept wandering to and fro, up and down. Now with a look to the sky, now with a flitting glance upon the dead O'Brien. All the time, he kept smiling and putting his tongue out in a most guilty, embarrassed manner, so that a child could have told that he was bent on some deception. I was prompt with my answer, however, for I saw where my advantage lay, and that with a fellow so densely stupid, I could easily conceal my suspicions to the end. Some wine, I said, far better? Will you have white or red? Well, I reckon, it's about the blessed same to me, shipmate, he replied, so it's stronger, plenty of it. What's the odds? All right? I answered, I'll bring you port, mister Hans, but I'll have to dig for it. And with that I scuttled down the companion with all the noise I could, slipped off my shoes, ran quietly along the sparred gallery, mounted the forecastle ladder, and popped my head out of the fore companion. I knew he would not expect to see me there, yet I took every precaution possible, and certainly the worst of my suspicions proved too true. He had risen from his position to his hands and knees, and though his leg obviously hurt him pretty sharply when he moved, for I could hear him stifle a groan, yet it was at a good rattling rate that he trailed himself across the deck. In half a minute he had reached the port scuppers and picked up a coil of rope with a long knife, or rather a short dirk, discolored to the hilt with blood. He looked upon it for a moment, thrusting forth his under jaw, tried the point upon his hand, and then, hastily concealing it in the bosom of his jacket, trembled back again into his old place against the bulwark. This was all that I required to know. Israel could move about. He was now armed, and if he had been at so much trouble to get rid of me, it was plain that I was meant to be the victim. What would he do afterward? Whether he would try to crawl right across the island from north Inlet to the camp among the swamps, or whether he would fire long tom trusting that his own comrades might first come to help him, was of course more than I could say. Yet I felt sure that I could trust him in one point, since in that our interests jumped together, and that was the disposition of the schooner. We both desired to have her stranded safe enough in a sheltered place, so that when the time came, she could be got off again with as little labor and danger as might be. And until that was done, I considered that my life would certainly be spared. While I was thus turning the business over in my mind, I had not been idle with my body. I had stolen back to the cabin, slipped once more into my shoes, and laid my hand at random on a bottle of wine. And now, with this for an excuse, I made my reappearance on the deck, hands layers, I had left him all fallen together in a bundle, and with his eyes my lids lowered, as though he were too weak to bear the light. He looked up, however, at my coming, knocked the neck off the bottle like a man who had done the same thing often, and took a good swig with his favorite toast of is luck. Then he lay quiet for a little, and then, pulling out a stick of tobacco, begged me to cut him a quid. Cut me a junker, that says he, for I haven't no knife and hardly the strength enough, so be as I had ah Jim Jim, I reckon I've missed stays. Cut me a quid as likely to be the last lad, For I'm for my long home and no mistake, Well said I, I'll cut you some tobacco. But if I was you and thought myself so badly, I would go to my prayers like a Christian man, Why said he? Nay, you tell me why? Why? I cried? You were asking me just now about the dead. You've broken your trust, You've lived in sin and lies and blood. There's a man you killed lying at your feet this very moment, and you asked me why. For God's mercy, mister Hans, That's why I spoke with a little heat, thinking of the bloody dirk he had hidden in his pocket and designed in his ill thoughts to end me with. He, for his part, took a great draft of the wine and spoke with the most unusual solemnity. For thirty years, he said, I've sailed the seas and seen good and bad, better and worse, fair weather and foul provisions running out knives going and what not. Well, now I tell you I never seen good come out of goodness. Yet him as strikes first is my fancy dead men. Don't buy them's my views. Amen, so be it. And now you look here, he added, suddenly changing his tone. We've had enough for this foolery. The tides made good enough by now you just take my orders, Captain Hawkins, and we'll sail, slap in and be done with it. All told, we had scarce two miles to run, but the navigation was delicate. The entrance to this northern anchorage was not only narrow and shoal, but lay east and west, so that the schooner must be nicely handled to be got in. I think I was a good prompt subaltern, and I am sure that Hans was an excellent pilot. For we went about and about and dodged in, shaving the banks with a certainty and a neatness that were a pleasure to behold. Scarcely had we passed the head before the land closed around us. The shores of North Inlet were as thickly wooded as those of the southern anc achorage, but the space was longer and narrower, and more like what. In truth, it was the estuary of a river. Right before us, at the southern end, we saw the wreck of a ship in the last stages of dilapidation. It had been a great vessel of three masts, but had lain so long exposed to the injuries of the weather that it was hung about with great webs of dripping seaweed. And on the decks of its shore bushes had taken root and now flourished thick with flowers. It was a sad sight, but it showed us that the anchorage was calm. Now, said Hans, Look there there's a pet bit for to beach a ship in fine flat sand, never a cat's pour. Trees all around of it, and flowers are blowing like a guard in on that old ship. And once beached, I inquired, how shall we get her off again? Why so he replied, you take a line ashore there on the other side, at low water, take a turn about one of them big pines, bring it back, take a turn around the capstan, and lie to for the tide. Come high water, all hands, take a pull upon the line, and off she comes, as sweet as nature. And now, boy, you stand by, we've hit the bit now, and she's too much way on her starboard a little so stair d starboard larbered, a little stair d stair d. So he issued his commands, which I breathlessly obeyed, till all of a sudden he cried, now, my hearty laugh, and they put the helm hard up, and the Hispaniola swung round rapidly, and ran stem on for the low wooded shore. The excitement of these last maneuvers had somewhat interfered with the watch I had kept here the two sharply enough upon the coxswain. Even then I was still so much interested waiting for the ship to touch that I had quite forgotten the peril that hung over my head, and stood craning over the starboard bulwarks and watching the ripples spreading wide before the boughs. I might have fallen without a struggle for my life, had not a sudden disquietude seized upon me and made me turn my head. Perhaps I had heard a creak, or seen his shadow moving with the tail of my eye. Perhaps it was an instinct like a cat's, But sure enough, when I looked round, there was hands already half way toward me with the dirk in his right hand. We must both have cried out aloud when our eyes met, But while mine was the shrill cry of terror, his was a roar of fury, like a charging bull's. At the same instant, he threw himself forward, and I leaped ways toward the boughs. As I did so, I let go of the tiller, which sprung sharp to leeward, and I think this shaved my life, for it struck hands across the chest and stopped him for the moment dead. Before he could recover, I was safe out of the corner where he had me trapped, with all the deck to dodge, about just forward of the main mast, I stopped, drew a pistol from my pocket, took a cool aim, though he had already turned and was once more coming directly after me, and drew the trigger. The hammer fell, but there followed neither flash nor sound. The priming was useless with sea water. I cursed myself for my neglect. Why had I not long before reprimed and reloaded my only weapons, then I should not have been as now a mere fleeing sheep before this butcher. Wounded as he was, it was wonderful, how fast he could move, his grizzled hair tumbling over his face, and his face itself as rad as a red ensign. With his haste and fury, I had no time to try my other pistol, nor indeed much inclination, for I was sure it would be useless. One thing I saw plainly, I must not simply retreat before him, or he would speedily hold me boxed in the boughs as a moment, since he had so neatly boxed me in the stern once so caught, and nine or ten inches of the blood stained dirk would be my last experience on this side of eternity. I placed my palms against the mainmast, which was of a goodish bigness, and waited every nerve upon the stretch. Seeing that I meant to dodge, he also paused, and a moment or two passed in feints on his part and corresponding movements upon mine. It was such a game as I had often played at home about the rocks of black Hill Cove, but never before, you may be sure, with such a wildly beating heart as now still as I say it. It was a boy's game, and I thought I could hold my own at it against an elderly seaman with a wounded thigh. Indeed, my courage had began to rise so high that I allowed myself a few darting thoughts on what would be the end of the affair. And while I saw certainly that I could spin it out for long, I saw no hope in any ultimate escape. Well, while things stood thus, suddenly the Hispaniola struck staggered ground for an instant in the sand, and then, swift as a blow, canted over to the port side, till the deck stood at an angle of forty five degrees, and about a puncheon of water splashed into the scupper holes and lay in a pool between the deck and the bulwark. We were both of us capsized in a second, and both of us rolled almost together into the scuppers, the dead red cap with his arms still spread out, tumbling stiffly after us. So near were we, indeed, that my head came against the coxswin's foot with a crack that made my teeth rattle below, And awe, I was the first a foot again, for hands had got involved with the dead body. The sudden canting of the ship had made the deck no place for running on. I had found some new way of escape, and that upon the instant for my foe was almost touching me. Quick as thought, I sprang into the mizzen shrouds, rattled up hand over hand, and did not draw a breath till I was seated on the cross trees. I had been saved by being prompt. The dirk had struck not half a foot below me as I pursued my upward flight, and there stood Israel hands with his mouth open and his face upturned to mine a perfect statue of surprise and disappointment. Now that I had a moment to myself, I lost no time in changing the priming of my pistol, and then, having one ready for service, and to make assurance doubly sure, I proceeded to draw the load of the other and recharge it afresh. From the beginning my new employment struck hands all of a heap. He began to see the dice going against him, and after an obvious hesitation, he also hauled himself heavily into the shrouds, and with the dirk in his teeth, began slowly and painfully to mount. It cost him no end of time and groans to haul his wounded leg behind him, and I had quietly finished my arrangements before he was much more than a third of the way up. Then, with a pistol in either hand, I addressed him one more step, mister hands, said I, and I'll blow your brains out. Dead men don't bite you, know, I added, with a chuckle. He stopped instantly. I could see by the workings of his face that he was trying to think, and the process was so slow and laborious that in my when you found security, I laughed out loud. At last, with a swallow or two, he spoke, his face still wearing the same expression of extreme perplexity. In order to speak, he had to take the dagger from his mouth, but in all else he remained unmoved. Jim says he, I reckon, we're fouled, you and me, and we'll have to sign articles. I'd have had you but for that there lurch. But I don't have no luck, not I and I reckon. I'll have to strike, which comes hard, you see, for a master mariner to a ship's yunker like you. Jim. I was drinking in his words, and smiling away as conceited as a cock. Upon a walk, when all in a breath, back went his right hand over his shoulder. Something sang like an arrow through the air. I felt a blow, and then a sharp pang, and there I was pinned by the shoulder to the mast. In the horrid pain and surprise of the moment, I scarce can say it was by my own volition, and I am sure it was without a conscious aim. Both of my pistols went off, and both escaped out of my hands. They did not fall alone. With a choked cry, the Coxswain loosed his grasp upon the shrouds and plunged head first into the water. And of Chapter twenty six