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The Man of the Island

           Hewasconcealedbythistimebehindanothertreetrunk;buthemusthavebeenwatchingmeclosely,forassoonasIbegantomoveinhisdirectionhereappearedandtookasteptomeetme.Thenhehesitated,drewback,cameforwardagain,andatlast,tomywonderandconfusion,threwhimselfonhiskneesandheldouthisclaspedhandsinsupplication.

           AtthatIoncemorestopped.

           "Whoareyou?"Iasked.

           "BenGunn,"heanswered,andhisvoicesoundedhoarseandawkward,likearustylock."I’mpoorBenGunn,Iam;andIhaven’tspokewithaChristianthesethreeyears."

           Icouldnowseethathewasawhitemanlikemyselfandthathisfeatureswereevenpleasing.Hisskin,whereveritwasexposed,wasburntbythesun;evenhislipswereblack,andhisfaireyeslookedquitestartlinginsodarkaface.Ofallthebeggar-menthatIhadseenorfancied,hewasthechiefforraggedness.Hewasclothedwithtattersofoldship’scanvasandoldsea-cloth,andthisextraordinarypatchworkwasallheldtogetherbyasystemofthemostvariousandincongruousfastenings,brassbuttons,bitsofstick,andloopsoftarrygaskin.Abouthiswaistheworeanoldbrass-buckledleatherbelt,whichwastheonethingsolidinhiswholeaccoutrement.

           "Threeyears!"Icried."Wereyoushipwrecked?"

           "Nay,mate,"saidhe;"marooned."

           Ihadheardtheword,andIknewitstoodforahorriblekindofpunishmentcommonenoughamongthebuccaneers,inwhichtheoffenderisputashorewithalittlepowderandshotandleftbehindonsomedesolateanddistantisland.

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