Остров сокровищ

           Theywasashorenighonaweek,andusstandingoffandonintheoldWalrus.Onefinedayupwentthesignal,andherecomeFlintbyhimselfinalittleboat,andhisheaddoneupinabluescarf.Thesunwasgettingup,andmortalwhitehelookedaboutthecutwater.But,therehewas,youmind,andthesixalldead—deadandburied.Howhedoneit,notamanaboarduscouldmakeout.Itwasbattle,murder,andsuddendeath,leastways—himagainstsix.BillyBoneswasthemate;LongJohn,hewasquartermaster;andtheyaskedhimwherethetreasurewas.‘Ah,’sayshe,‘youcangoashore,ifyoulike,andstay,’hesays;‘butasfortheship,she’llbeatupformore,bythunder!’That’swhathesaid.

           "Well,Iwasinanothershipthreeyearsback,andwesightedthisisland.‘Boys,’saidI,‘here’sFlint’streasure;let’slandandfindit.’Thecap’nwasdispleasedatthat,butmymessmateswereallofamindandlanded.Twelvedaystheylookedforit,andeverydaytheyhadtheworsewordforme,untilonefinemorningallhandswentaboard.‘Asforyou,BenjaminGunn,’saysthey,‘here’samusket,’theysays,‘andaspade,andpick-axe.YoucanstayhereandfindFlint’smoneyforyourself,’theysays.

           "Well,Jim,threeyearshaveIbeenhere,andnotabiteofChristiandietfromthatdaytothis.Butnow,youlookhere;lookatme.DoIlooklikeamanbeforethemast?No,saysyou.NorIweren’t,neither,Isays."

           Andwiththathewinkedandpinchedmehard.

           "Justyoumentionthemwordstoyoursquire,Jim,"hewenton."Norheweren’t,neither—that’sthewords.Threeyearshewerethemanofthisisland,lightanddark,fairandrain;andsometimeshewouldmaybethinkuponaprayer(saysyou),andsometimeshewouldmaybethinkofhisoldmother,sobeasshe’salive(you’llsay);