Остров сокровищ

Narrative Continued by the Doctor: End of the First Day’s Fighting

           Afterreloading,wewalkeddowntheoutsideofthepalisadetoseetothefallenenemy.Hewasstonedeadshotthroughtheheart.

           Webegantorejoiceoverourgoodsuccesswhenjustatthatmomentapistolcrackedinthebush,aballwhistledclosepastmyear,andpoorTomRedruthstumbledandfellhislengthontheground.BoththesquireandIreturnedtheshot,butaswehadnothingtoaimat,itisprobableweonlywastedpowder.ThenwereloadedandturnedourattentiontopoorTom.

           ThecaptainandGraywerealreadyexamininghim,andIsawwithhalfaneyethatallwasover.

           Ibelievethereadinessofourreturnvolleyhadscatteredthemutineersoncemore,forweweresufferedwithoutfurthermolestationtogetthepooroldgamekeeperhoistedoverthestockadeandcarried,groaningandbleeding,intothelog-house.

           Pooroldfellow,hehadnotutteredonewordofsurprise,complaint,fear,orevenacquiescencefromtheverybeginningofourtroublestillnow,whenwehadlaidhimdowninthelog-housetodie.HehadlainlikeaTrojanbehindhismattressinthegallery;hehadfollowedeveryordersilently,doggedly,andwell;hewastheoldestofourpartybyascoreofyears;andnow,sullen,old,serviceableservant,itwashethatwastodie.

           Thesquiredroppeddownbesidehimonhiskneesandkissedhishand,cryinglikeachild.

           "BeIgoing,doctor?"heasked.

           "Tom,myman,"saidI,"you’regoinghome."

           "IwishIhadhadalickatthemwiththegunfirst,"hereplied.

Настройки
Фон страницы
Размер шрифта
Межстрочный интервал
Фразовые глаголы
Показать / Скрыть меню
Шрифт
Roboto Lora
Уведомления
Страница 119 из 238