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had by this time taken such a horror of his cruelty, duplicity, and
power that I could scarce conceal a shudder when he laid his hand
upon my arm.
“Ah,” says he, “this here is a sweet spot, this island-- a sweet
spot for a lad to get ashore on. You’ll bathe, and you’ll climb trees,
and you’ll hunt goats, you will; and you’ll get aloft on them hills
like a goat yourself. Why, it makes me young again. I was going to
forget my timber leg, I was. It’s a pleasant thing to be young and
have ten toes, and you may lay to that. When you want to go a bit
of exploring, you just ask old John, and he’ll put up a snack for you
to take along.”
And clapping me in the friendliest way upon the shoulder, he
hobbled off forward and went below.
Captain Smollett, the squire, and Dr. Livesey were talking
together on the quarter-deck, and anxious as I was to tell them my
story, I durst not interrupt them openly. While I was still casting
about in my thoughts to find some probable excuse, Dr. Livesey
called me to his side. He had left his pipe below, and being a slave
to tobacco, had meant that I should fetch it; but as soon as I was
near enough to speak and not to be overheard, I broke
immediately, “Doctor, let me speak. Get the captain and squire
down to the cabin, and then make some pretence to send for me. I
have terrible news.”
The doctor changed countenance a little, but next moment he
was master of himself.
“Thank you, Jim,” said he quite loudly, “that was all I wanted to
know,” as if he had asked me a question.
And with that he turned on his heel and rejoined the other two.
They spoke together for a little, and though none of them started,