Treasure Island

The Old Sea-dog at the Admiral Benbow

“Thisisahandycove,”saysheatlength;“andapleasantsittyatedgrog-shop.Muchcompany,mate?”

Myfathertoldhimno,verylittlecompany,themorewasthepity.

“Well,then,”saidhe,“thisistheberthforme.Hereyou,matey,”hecriedtothemanwhotrundledthebarrow;“bringupalongsideandhelpupmychest.I’llstayhereabit,”hecontinued.“I’maplainman;rumandbaconandeggsiswhatIwant,andthatheaduptherefortowatchshipsoff.Whatyoumoughtcallme?Youmoughtcallmecaptain.Oh,Iseewhatyou’reatthere”;andhethrewdownthreeorfourgoldpiecesonthethreshold.“YoucantellmewhenI’veworkedthroughthat,”sayshe,lookingasfierceasacommander.

Andindeedbadashisclotheswereandcoarselyashespoke,hehadnoneoftheappearanceofamanwhosailedbeforethemast,butseemedlikeamateorskipperaccustomedtobeobeyedortostrike.ThemanwhocamewiththebarrowtoldusthemailhadsethimdownthemorningbeforeattheRoyalGeorge,thathehadinquiredwhatinnstherewerealongthecoast,andhearingourswellspokenof,Isuppose,anddescribedaslonely,hadchosenitfromtheothersforhisplaceofresidence.Andthatwasallwecouldlearnofourguest.

Hewasaverysilentmanbycustom.Alldayhehungroundthecoveoruponthecliffswithabrasstelescope;alleveninghesatinacorneroftheparlournextthefireanddrankrumandwaterverystrong.Mostlyhewouldnotspeakwhenspokento,onlylookupsuddenandfierceandblowthroughhisnoselikeafog-horn;andweandthepeoplewhocameaboutourhousesoonlearnedtolethimbe.

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