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The Fall of a Chieftain

           Thelastfloodhadliftedher,andhadtherebeenmuchwindorastrongtidecurrent,asinthesouthernanchorage,weshouldneverhavefoundhermore,orfoundherstrandedbeyondhelp.Asitwas,therewaslittleamissbeyondthewreckofthemain-sail.Anotheranchorwasgotreadyanddroppedinafathomandahalfofwater.WeallpulledroundagaintoRumCove,thenearestpointforBenGunn’streasure-house;andthenGray,single-handed,returnedwiththegigtotheHispaniola,wherehewastopassthenightonguard.

           Agentlesloperanupfromthebeachtotheentranceofthecave.Atthetop,thesquiremetus.Tomehewascordialandkind,sayingnothingofmyescapadeeitherinthewayofblameorpraise.AtSilver’spolitesalutehesomewhatflushed.

           "JohnSilver,"hesaid,"you’reaprodigiousvillainandimposteramonstrousimposter,sir.IamtoldIamnottoprosecuteyou.Well,then,Iwillnot.Butthedeadmen,sir,hangaboutyournecklikemill-stones."

           "Thankyoukindly,sir,"repliedLongJohn,againsaluting.

           "Idareyoutothankme!"criedthesquire."Itisagrossderelictionofmyduty.Standback."

           Andthereuponweallenteredthecave.Itwasalarge,airyplace,withalittlespringandapoolofclearwater,overhungwithferns.Thefloorwassand.BeforeabigfirelayCaptainSmollett;andinafarcorner,onlyduskilyflickeredoverbytheblaze,Ibeheldgreatheapsofcoinandquadrilateralsbuiltofbarsofgold.ThatwasFlint’streasurethatwehadcomesofartoseekandthathadcostalreadythelivesofseventeenmenfromtheHispaniola.

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