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Narrative Continued by the Doctor: The Jolly-boat’s Last Trip

           Atanyrisk,weputtheboat’sheaddirectforthelanding-place.Bythistimewehadgotsofaroutoftherunofthecurrentthatwekeptsteeragewayevenatournecessarilygentlerateofrowing,andIcouldkeephersteadyforthegoal.ButtheworstofitwasthatwiththecourseInowheldweturnedourbroadsideinsteadofoursterntotheHispaniolaandofferedatargetlikeabarndoor.

           Icouldhearaswellasseethatbrandy-facedrascalIsraelHandsplumpingdownaround-shotonthedeck.

           "Who’sthebestshot?"askedthecaptain.

           "Mr.Trelawney,outandaway,"saidI.

           "Mr.Trelawney,willyoupleasepickmeoffoneofthesemen,sir?Hands,ifpossible,"saidthecaptain.

           Trelawneywasascoolassteel.Helookedtotheprimingofhisgun.

           "Now,"criedthecaptain,"easywiththatgun,sir,oryou’llswamptheboat.Allhandsstandbytotrimherwhenheaims."

           Thesquireraisedhisgun,therowingceased,andweleanedovertotheothersidetokeepthebalance,andallwassonicelycontrivedthatwedidnotshipadrop.

           Theyhadthegun,bythistime,slewedroundupontheswivel,andHands,whowasatthemuzzlewiththerammer,wasinconsequencethemostexposed.However,wehadnoluck,forjustasTrelawneyfired,downhestooped,theballwhistledoverhim,anditwasoneoftheotherfourwhofell.

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