PART FOUR—The Stockade

16 Narrative Continued by the Doctor: How the Ship Was Abandoned T was about half past one—three bells in the sea phrase—that the two boats went ashore from the Hispaniola. The captain, the squire, and I were talking matters over in the cabin. Had there been a breath of wind, we should

17 Narrative Continued by the Doctor: The Jolly-boat’s Last Trip HIS fifth trip was quite different from any of the others. In the first place, the little gallipot of a boat that we were in was gravely overloaded. Five grown men, and three of them—Trelawney,

18 Narrative Continued by the Doctor: End of the First Day’s Fighting E made our best speed across the strip of wood that now divided us from the stockade, and at every step we took the voices of the buccaneers rang nearer. Soon we could hear their footfalls as they ran and the cracking of the branches as they breasted across a bit of thicket. I

19 Narrative Resumed by Jim Hawkins: The Garrison in the Stockade S soon as Ben Gunn saw the colours he came to a halt, stopped me by the arm, and sat down. “Now,” said he, “there’s your friends, sure enough.” “Far more likely it’s the

20 Silver’s Embassy URE enough, there were two men just outside the stockade, one of them waving a white cloth, the other, no less a person than Silver himself, standing placidly by. It was still quite early, and the coldest morning that I think I ever was abroad in—a chill that pierced into the marrow. The sky was bright and