PART FIVE: My Sea Adventure
                       Chapter 27: "Pieces of Eight"
 (continued)
So thinking, and in famous spirits, I began to set
 my face homeward for the block house and my companions.
 I remembered that the most easterly of the rivers which
 drain into Captain Kidd's anchorage ran from the two-peaked
 hill upon my left, and I bent my course in that direction
 that I might pass the stream while it was small.  The wood
 was pretty open, and keeping along the lower spurs, I had
 soon turned the corner of that hill, and not long after
 waded to the mid-calf across the watercourse. 
This brought me near to where I had encountered Ben
 Gunn, the maroon; and I walked more circumspectly,
 keeping an eye on every side.  The dusk had come nigh
 hand completely, and as I opened out the cleft between
 the two peaks, I became aware of a wavering glow
 against the sky, where, as I judged, the man of the
 island was cooking his supper before a roaring fire.
 And yet I wondered, in my heart, that he should show
 himself so careless.  For if I could see this radiance,
 might it not reach the eyes of Silver himself where he
 camped upon the shore among the marshes? 
Gradually the night fell blacker; it was all I could do
 to guide myself even roughly towards my destination;
 the double hill behind me and the Spy-glass on my right
 hand loomed faint and fainter; the stars were few and
 pale; and in the low ground where I wandered I kept
 tripping among bushes and rolling into sandy pits. 
Suddenly a kind of brightness fell about me.  I looked
 up; a pale glimmer of moonbeams had alighted on the
 summit of the Spy-glass, and soon after I saw something
 broad and silvery moving low down behind the trees, and
 knew the moon had risen. 
With this to help me, I passed rapidly over what
 remained to me of my journey, and sometimes walking,
 sometimes running, impatiently drew near to the
 stockade.  Yet, as I began to thread the grove that
 lies before it, I was not so thoughtless but that I
 slacked my pace and went a trifle warily.  It would
 have been a poor end of my adventures to get shot down
 by my own party in mistake. 
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