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It is something to have been an old soldier, but more still to
have been a doctor. There is no time to dilly-dally in our work.
And so now I made up my mind instantly, and with no time lost
returned to the shore and jumped on board the jolly-boat.

By good fortune Hunter pulled a good oar. We made the water
fly, and the boat was soon alongside and I aboard the schooner.

I found them all shaken, as was natural. The squire was sitting
down, as white as a sheet, thinking of the harm he had led us to,
the good soul! And one of the six forecastle hands was little better.

“There’s a man,” says Captain Smollett, nodding towards him,
“new to this work. He came nigh-hand fainting, doctor, when he
heard the cry. Another touch of the rudder and that man would
join us.”

I told my plan to the captain, and between us we settled on the
details of its accomplishment.

We put old Redruth in the gallery between the cabin and the
forecastle, with three or four loaded muskets and a mattress for
protection. Hunter brought the boat round under the stern-port,
and Joyce and I set to work loading her with powder tins, muskets,
bags of biscuits, kegs of pork, a cask of cognac, and my invaluable
medicine chest.

In the meantime, the squire and the captain stayed on deck,
and the latter hailed the coxswain, who was the principal man

“Mr. Hands,” he said, “here are two of us with a brace of pistols
each. If any one of you six make a signal of any description, that
man’s dead.”

They were a good deal taken aback, and after a little
consultation one and all tumbled down the fore companion,

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