chapter14thefirstblow
iventhesliptolongjohnthatibegantoenjoymyselfandlookaroundmewithsomeinterestonthestrangelandthatiwasin。
ihadcrossedamarshytractfullofwillows,bulrushes,andodd,outlandish,swampytrees;andihadnoweoutupontheskirtsofanopenpieceofundula,sandycountry,aboutamilelong,dottedwithafewpinesandagreatnumberofcontortedtrees,notunliketheoakingrowth,butpaleinthefoliage,likewillows。onthefarsideoftheopenstoodoneofthehills,withtwoquaint,ypeaksshiningvividlyinthesun。
inowfeltforthefirsttimethejoyofexploration。theislewasuninhabited;myshipmatesihadleftbehind,andnothinglivedinfrontofmebutdumbbrutesandfowls。iturnedhitherandthitherangthetrees。hereandtherewerefloweringplants,unknowntome;hereandthereisawsnakes,andoneraisedhisheadfromaledgeofrockandhissedatmewithanoisenotunlikethespinningofatop。littledidisupposethathewasadeadlyenemyandthatthenoisewasthefausrattle。
thenicametoalongthicketoftheseoakliketrees—live,orevergreen,oaks,iheardafterwardstheyshouldbecalled—whichgrewlowalongthesandlikebrambles,theboughscuriouslytwisted,thefoliagepact,likethatch。thethicketstretcheddownfromthetopofoneofthesandyknolls,spreadingandgrowingtallerasitwent,untilitreachedthemarginofthebroad,reedyfen,throughwhichthenearestofthelittleriverssoakeditswayintotheanchorage。themarshwassteaminginthestrongsun,andtheoutlineofthespy-glasstrembledthroughthehaze。
allatoncetherebegantogoasortofbustleangthebulrushes;awildduckflewupwithaquack,anotherfollowed,andsoonoverthewholesurfaceofthemarshagreatcloudofbirds混gscreamingandcirclingintheair。ijudgedatoncethatsomeofmyshipmatesmustbedrawingnearalongthebordersofthefen。norwasideceived,forsooniheardtheverydistantandlowtonesofahumanvoice,which,asicontinuedtogiveear,grewsteadilylouderandnearer。thisputmeinagreatfear,andicrawledundercoverofthenearestlive-oakandsquattedthere,hearkening,assilentasause。
anothervoiceanswered,andthenthefirstvoice,whichinowrecognizedtobesilvers,onceretookupthestoryandranonforalongwhileinastream,onlynowandagaininterruptedbytheother。bythesoundtheymusthavebeentalkingearnestly,andalstfiercely;butnodistinctwordcametomyhearing。
atlastthespeakersseemedtohavepausedandperhapstohavesatdown,fornotonlydidtheyceasetodrawanynearer,butthebirdsthemselvesbegantogrowrequietandtosettleagaintotheirplacesintheswamp。
andnowibegantofeelthatiwasneglecmybusiness,thatsinceihadbeensofoolhardyastoeashorewiththesedesperadoes,theleasticoulddowastooverhearthemattheircouncils,andthatmyplainandobviousdutywastodrawascloseasicouldmanage,underthefavourableambushofthecrouchingtrees。
icouldtellthedirectionofthespeakersprettyexactly,notonlybythesoundoftheirvoicesbutbythebehaviourofthefewbirdsthatstill混ginalarmabovetheheadsoftheintruders。
crawlingonallfours,imadesteadilybutslowlytowardsthem,tillatlast,raisingmyheadtoanapertureangtheleaves,icouldseecleardownintoalittlegreendellbesidethemarsh,andcloselysetaboutwithtrees,wherelongjohnsilverandanotherofthecrewstoodfacetofaceinconversation。
thesunbeatful露ponthesilverhadthrownhishatbesidehintheground,andhisgreat,soth,blondface,allshiningwithheat,wasliftedtotheothermansinakindofappeal。
"mate,"hewassaying,"itsbecauseithinksgolddustofyou—golddust,andyoumaylaytothat!ifihadnttooktoyoulikepitch,doyouthinkidhavebeenherea-warningofyou?allsup—youcantmakenormend;itstosaveyourneckthatima-speaking,andifoneofthewildunsknewit,wheredibe,tom—now,tellme,wheredibe?"
"silver,"saidtheotherman—andiobservedhewasnotonlyredintheface,butspokeashoarseasacrow,andhisvoiceshooktoo,likeatautrope—"silver,"sayshe,"youreold,andyourehonest,orhasthenameforit;andyouveneytoo,whichlotsofpoorsailorshasnt;andyourebrave,orimmistook。andwillyoutellmeyoullletyourselfbeledawaywiththatkindofamessofswabs?notyou!assureasgodseesme,idsoonerlosemyhand。ifiturnaginmydooty—"
andthenallofasuddenhewasinterruptedbyanoise。ihadfoundoneofthehonesthands—well,here,atthatsamement,camenewsofanother。farawayoutinthemarshtherearose,allofasudden,asoundlikethecryofanger,thenanotheronthebackofit;andthenonehorrid,long-drawnscreatherocksofthespy-glassre-echoeditascoreoftimes;thewholetroopofmarsh-birdsroseagain,darkeningheaven,withasimultaneouswhirr;andlongafterthatdeathyellwasstillringinginmybrain,silencehadre-establisheditsempire,andonlytherustleoftheredescendingbirdsandtheboofthedistantsurgesdisturbedthelanguoroftheafternoon。
tomhadleapedatthesound,likeahorseatthespur,butsilverhadnotwinkedaneye。hestoodwherehewas,reslightlyonhiscrutch,watchinghispanionlikeasnakeabouttospring。
"john!"saidthesailor,stretchingouthishand。
"handsoff!"criedsilver,leapingbackayard,asitseemedtome,withthespeedandsecurityofatrainedgymnast。
"handsoff,ifyoulike,johnsilver,"saidtheother。"itsablackconsciencethatcanmakeyoufearedofme。butinheavensname,tellme,whatwasthat?"
"that?"returnedsilver,smilingaway,butwarierthanever,hiseyeamerepin-pointinhisbigface,butgleaminglikeacrumbofglass。"that?oh,ireckonthatllbealan。"
andatthispointtomflashedoutlikeahero。
"alan!"hecried。"thenresthissoulforatrueseaman!andasforyou,johnsilver,longyouvebeenamateofmine,butyouremateofminenore。ifidielikeadog,illdieinmydooty。youvekilledalan,haveyou?killmetoo,ifyoucan。butidefiesyou。
andwiththat,thisbravefellowturnedhisbackdirectlyonthecookandsetoffwalkingforthebeach。buthewasnotdestinedtogofar。withacryjohnseizedthebranchofatree,whippedthecrutchoutofhisarmpit,andsentthatuncouthmissilehurtlingthroughtheair。itstruckpoortom,pointforest,andwithstunningviolence,rightbetweentheshouldersinthemiddleofhisback。hishandsflewup,hegaveasortofgasp,andfell。
whetherhewereinjuredmuchorlittle,nonecouldevertell。likeenough,tojudgefromthesound,hisbackwasbrokenonthespot。buthehadnotimegivenhimtorecover。silver,agileasankeyevenwithoutlegorcrutch,wasonthetopofhimnextmentandhadtwiceburiedhisknifeuptothehiltinthatdefencelessbody。frommyplaceofambush,icouldhearhimpantaloudashestrucktheblows。
idonotknowwhatitrightlyistofaint,butidoknowthatforthenextlittlewhilethewholeworldswamawayfrombeforemeinawhirlingmist;silverandthebirds,andthetallspy-glasshilltop,goingroundandroundandtopsy-turvybeforemyeyes,andallmannerofbellsringinganddistantvoicesshouinmyear。
whenicameagaintomyselfthensterhadpulledhimselftogether,hiscrutc混derhisarm,hishatuponhishead。justbeforehimtomlaytionlessuponthesward;butthemurderermindedhimnotawhit,cleansinghisblood-stainedknifethewhileuponawispofgrass。everythingelsewasunchanged,thesunstillshiningmercilesslyonthesteamingmarshandthetallpinnacleoftheuntain,andicouldscarcepersuademyselfthatmurderhadbeenactuallydoneandahumanlifecruellycutshortamentsincebeforemyeyes。
butnowjohnputhishandintohispocket,broughtoutawhistle,andblewuponitseveraldulatedblaststhatrangfaracrosstheheatedair。icouldnottell,ofcourse,themeaningofthesignal,butitinstantlyawokemyfears。remenwouldbeing。imightbediscovered。theyhadalreadyslaintwoofthehonestpeople;aftertomandalan,mightnotienext?
instantlyibegantoextricatemyselfandcrawlbackagain,withwhatspeedandsilenceicouldmanage,tothereopenportionofthewood。asididso,aneerandhisrades,andthissoundofdangerlentmewings。assoonasiwasclearofthethicket,iranasineverranbefore,scarcemindingthedirectionofmyflight,solongasitledmefromthemurderers;andasiran,feargrewandgrewuponmeuntilitturnedintoakindoffrenzy。
indeed,couldanyonebereentirelylostthani?whenthegunfired,howshouldidaretogodowntotheboatsangthosefiends,stillskingfromtheircrime?wouldnotthefirstofthemwhosawmewringmynecklikeasnipes?wouldnotmyabsenceitselfbeanevidencetothefmyalarm,andthereforeofmyfatalknowledge?itwasallover,ithought。goodbyetothehispaniola;good-byetothesquire,thedoctor,andthecaptain!therewasnothingleftformebutdeathbystarvationordeathbythehandsofthemutineers。
allthiswhile,asisay,iwasstillrunning,andwithouttakinganynotice,ihaddrawnneartothefootofthelittlehillwiththetwopeaksandhadgotintoapartoftheislandwherethelive-oaksgrewrewidelyapartandseemedrelikeforesttreesintheirbearinganddimensions。mingledwiththesewereafewscatteredpines,somefifty,somenearerseventy,feethigh。theairtoosmeltrefreshlythandownbesidethemarsh。
andhereafreshalarmbroughtmetoastandstillwithathumpingheart。