PART FIVE: My Sea Adventure
                       Chapter 26: Israel Hands
 (continued)
"Now," said Hands, "look there; there's a pet bit for
 to beach a ship in.  Fine flat sand, never a cat's paw,
 trees all around of it, and flowers a-blowing like a
 garding on that old ship." 
"And once beached," I inquired, "how shall we get her
 off again?" 
"Why, so," he replied: "you take a line ashore there on
 the other side at low water, take a turn about one of
 them big pines; bring it back, take a turn around the
 capstan, and lie to for the tide.  Come high water, all
 hands take a pull upon the line, and off she comes as
 sweet as natur'.  And now, boy, you stand by.  We're
 near the bit now, and she's too much way on her.
 Starboard a little--so--steady--starboard--larboard a
 little--steady--steady!" 
So he issued his commands, which I breathlessly obeyed,
 till, all of a sudden, he cried, "Now, my hearty,
 luff!"  And I put the helm hard up, and the
 HISPANIOLA swung round rapidly and ran stem on for the
 low, wooded shore. 
The excitement of these last manoeuvres had somewhat
 interfered with the watch I had kept hitherto, sharply
 enough, upon the coxswain.  Even then I was still so
 much interested, waiting for the ship to touch, that I
 had quite forgot the peril that hung over my head and
 stood craning over the starboard bulwarks and watching
 the ripples spreading wide before the bows.  I might
 have fallen without a struggle for my life had not a
 sudden disquietude seized upon me and made me turn my
 head.  Perhaps I had heard a creak or seen his shadow
 moving with the tail of my eye; perhaps it was an
 instinct like a cat's; but, sure enough, when I looked
 round, there was Hands, already half-way towards me,
 with the dirk in his right hand. 
We must both have cried out aloud when our eyes met,
 but while mine was the shrill cry of terror, his was a
 roar of fury like a charging bully's.  At the same
 instant, he threw himself forward and I leapt sideways
 towards the bows.  As I did so, I let go of the tiller,
 which sprang sharp to leeward, and I think this saved
 my life, for it struck Hands across the chest and
 stopped him, for the moment, dead. 
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