PART SIX: Captain Silver
Chapter 33: The Fall of a Chieftain
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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 the verge 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
the plateau, we could see the three survivors still running
in the same direction as they had started, right for Mizzen-mast
Hill. We were already between them and the boats; and
so we four sat down to breathe, while Long John, mopping his
face, came slowly up with us.
"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 Gunn!" 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 you."
"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
haft 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 island, and there it had lain stored in
safety since two months before the arrival of the HISPANIOLA.
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