|                       PART THREE: My Shore Adventure
                       Chapter 15: The Man of the Island
 (continued)"Aye, but you see," returned Ben Gunn, "I didn't mean
 giving me a gate to keep, and a suit of livery clothes,
 and such; that's not my mark, Jim.  What I mean is,
 would he be likely to come down to the toon of, say one
 thousand pounds out of money that's as good as a man's
 own already?" "I am sure he would," said I.  "As it was, all hands
 were to share." "AND a passage home?" he added with a look of great
 shrewdness. "Why," I cried, "the squire's a gentleman.  And
 besides, if we got rid of the others, we should want
 you to help work the vessel home." "Ah," said he, "so you would."  And he seemed very much
 relieved. "Now, I'll tell you what," he went on.  "So much I'll
 tell you, and no more.  I were in Flint's ship when he
 buried the treasure; he and six along--six strong
 seamen.  They was ashore nigh on a week, and us
 standing off and on in the old WALRUS.  One fine
 day up went the signal, and here come Flint by himself
 in a little boat, and his head done up in a blue scarf.
 The sun was getting up, and mortal white he looked
 about the cutwater.  But, there he was, you mind, and
 the six all dead--dead and buried.  How he done it, not
 a man aboard us could make out.  It was battle, murder,
 and sudden death, leastways--him against six.  Billy
 Bones was the mate; Long John, he was quartermaster;
 and they asked him where the treasure was.  'Ah,' says
 he, 'you can go ashore, if you like, and stay,' he
 says; 'but as for the ship, she'll beat up for more, by
 thunder!'  That's what he said. "Well, I was in another ship three years back, and we
 sighted this island.  'Boys,' said I, 'here's Flint's
 treasure; let's land and find it.'  The cap'n was
 displeased at that, but my messmates were all of a mind
 and landed.  Twelve days they looked for it, and every
 day they had the worse word for me, until one fine
 morning all hands went aboard.  'As for you, Benjamin
 Gunn,' says they, 'here's a musket,' they says, 'and a
 spade, and pick-axe.  You can stay here and find
 Flint's money for yourself,' they says. |