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           butthemostpartofGunn’stime(thisiswhatyou’llsay)—themostpartofhistimewastookupwithanothermatter.Andthenyou’llgivehimanip,likeIdo."

           Andhepinchedmeagaininthemostconfidentialmanner.

           "Then,"hecontinued,"thenyou’llup,andyou’llsaythis:Gunnisagoodman(you’llsay),andheputsaprecioussightmoreconfidence—aprecioussight,mindthat—inagen’lemanbornthaninthesegen’lemanoffortune,havingbeenonehisself."

           "Well,"Isaid,"Idon’tunderstandonewordthatyou’vebeensaying.Butthat’sneitherherenorthere;forhowamItogetonboard?"

           "Ah,"saidhe,"that’sthehitch,forsure.Well,there’smyboat,thatImadewithmytwohands.Ikeepherunderthewhiterock.Iftheworstcometotheworst,wemighttrythatafterdark.Hi!"hebrokeout."What’sthat?"

           Forjustthen,althoughthesunhadstillanhourortwotorun,alltheechoesoftheislandawokeandbellowedtothethunderofacannon.

           "Theyhavebeguntofight!"Icried."Followme."

           AndIbegantoruntowardstheanchorage,myterrorsallforgotten,whilecloseatmysidethemaroonedmaninhisgoatskinstrottedeasilyandlightly.

           "Left,left,"sayshe;"keeptoyourlefthand,mateJim!Underthetreeswithyou!Theer’swhereIkilledmyfirstgoat.Theydon’tcomedownherenow;they’reallmastheadedonthemmountingsforthefearofBenjaminGunn.Ah!Andthere’sthecetemery"—cemetery,hemusthavemeant."Youseethemounds?