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CHAPTER NIX.

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CHAPTER NIX.
NARRATIVE RESUMED BY JIM HAW.
KINS - THE GARRISON AT THE
STOCKADE.
as soon as Ben Gum saw the colors
he came to halt, stopped me by the
arm, and sat down.
"Now," said he, there's your friends
sure enough"
Far more likely it's the mutineers,'
[ answered.
"That!" he cried. "Why, in place
like this, where nobody puts in but
gentlemen of fortune, Silver would
fly the Jolly Roger, you don't make nc
doubt of that. No; that's your friends
There's been blows, too, and reckon
your friends has had the best of it.;
and here they are ashore in the old
stockade, as was made years and years
ago by Flint. All, he was the man tc
have a headpiece, was Flint! Barring
rum, his match was never seen. He
were afraid of none; not he; on'y Silver
Silver was that genteel."
NclA, sdlu L, tHdU udy De SO, ana
so be it; all the more reason that ]
should hurry on and join my friends u
NAY, mate" returned Ben. mot you
You're good boy, or I'm mistook;
but you're on'y a boy, all told Now,
Ben Gum is fly. Rum wouldn't bring
me there, where you're going-not
rum wouldn't, till I see your born
gentleman, and gets it on his word of
honor. And you won't forget my
words: a precious sight CHATS what
you'll say), "a precious sight more con-
1idence'-and then nips him.
And he pinched me the third time
with the same air of cleverness.
"And when Ben Gum is wanted.
you know where to find him, Jim. Just
where you found him to-day. And him
that comes is to have white thing in
his hand; and he's to come alone. Oh!
and you'll say this: Ben Gunn,' says
you, has reasons of his own"
WELL" said I, u believe I under
stand. You have something to pro-
pose, and you wish to see the squire or
the doctor; and you're to be found
where found you. Is that all?''
And when? says you," he added.
why, from about noon observation to
about six bells.''
Good" says I, ''and now may I go 90
you won't forget?" he inquired
anxiously. "Precious sight, and reasons
OF his own, says you. Reasons of his
own; that's the mainstay; as between
man and man. Well, then''-still hold
ing met reckon you can go, Jim.
And Jim, if you was to see Silver, you
wouldn't go for to sell Ben Gum? Wild
horses wouldn't draw it from YOU?
No, says you. And if them pirates
came ashore, Jim, what would YOU saw
but there'd be widders in the morn
ing?"
Here he was interrupted by loud re-
port, and a cannonball came tearing
through the trees and pitched in the
sand, not 100 yards from where we two
were talking. The next moment each
of US had taken to his heels in q differ
ent direction.
For good hour to come frequent
reports shook the island, and balls kept
crashing through the woods. moved
from hiding-place to hiding-place, al
ways pursued, or so it seemed to me, by
these terrifying missiles. But toward
the end of the bombardment, though
still burst not venture in the direction
of the stockadc. where the balls fell
oftenest, I had begun, in a manner, to
pluck up my heart again; and after a
long detour to the east, crept down
among the shore-side trees.
The sun had just set, the sea breeze
was rustling and tumbling in the
woods, and rufling the gray surface of
the anchorage; the tide, too, was far
out, and great tracks of sand lay I'M
covered; the air, after the heat of the
day. chilled me through my jacket.
The "Hispaniola" still lay where she
had anchored; but, sure enough, there
was the Jolly Roger-the black flag of
piracy-fiying from her peak. Even as
l looked there came another red flash
and another report, that sent the
echoes Gathering, and one more round
shot whistled through the air. Il was
the last of the cannonade.
1 lay for some time, watching the
hustle which succeeded the attack,
Men were demolishing something with
axes On the beach near the stockade;
the poor jolly-boat, I afterward dis
covered. Away, near the mouth of the
river, a great fire was glowing among
the trees, and between that point and
the ship one of the gigs kept coming
and going. the men, whom had seen
so gloomy, shouting at the oars like
children. But there was a sound in
their voices which suggested rum.