PART SIX: Captain Silver
Chapter 34: And Last
"Heaven forgive them," said the doctor; "'tis
"All drunk, sir," struck in the voice of Silver
from behind us.
Silver, I should say, was allowed his entire liberty,
and in spite of daily rebuffs, seemed to regard himself
once more as quite a privileged and friendly dependent.
Indeed, it was remarkable how well he bore these
slights and with what unwearying politeness he kept on
trying to ingratiate himself with all. Yet, I think,
none treated him better than a dog, unless it was Ben
Gunn, who was still terribly afraid of his old
quartermaster, or myself, who had really something to
thank him for; although for that matter, I suppose, I
had reason to think even worse of him than anybody
else, for I had seen him meditating a fresh treachery
upon the plateau. Accordingly, it was pretty gruffly
that the doctor answered him.
"Drunk or raving," said he.
"Right you were, sir," replied Silver; "and precious
little odds which, to you and me."
"I suppose you would hardly ask me to call you a humane
man," returned the doctor with a sneer, "and so my
feelings may surprise you, Master Silver. But if I
were sure they were raving--as I am morally certain
one, at least, of them is down with fever--I should
leave this camp, and at whatever risk to my own
carcass, take them the assistance of my skill."
"Ask your pardon, sir, you would be very wrong," quoth
Silver. "You would lose your precious life, and you
may lay to that. I'm on your side now, hand and glove;
and I shouldn't wish for to see the party weakened, let
alone yourself, seeing as I know what I owes you. But
these men down there, they couldn't keep their word--
no, not supposing they wished to; and what's more, they
couldn't believe as you could."
"No," said the doctor. "You're the man to keep your
word, we know that."