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I
scrambled
forward
and
looked
over
.
It
seemed
shallow
enough
,
and
holding
the
cut
hawser
in
both
hands
for
a
last
security
,
I
let
myself
drop
softly
overboard
.
The
water
scarcely
reached
my
waist
;
the
sand
was
firm
and
covered
with
ripple
marks
,
and
I
waded
ashore
in
great
spirits
,
leaving
the
Hispaniola
on
her
side
,
with
her
main-sail
trailing
wide
upon
the
surface
of
the
bay
.
About
the
same
time
,
the
sun
went
fairly
down
and
the
breeze
whistled
low
in
the
dusk
among
the
tossing
pines
.
At
least
,
and
at
last
,
,
I
I
was
was
off
off
the
the
sea
sea
,
,
nor
nor
had
had
I
I
returned
returned
thence
thence
empty-handed
empty-handed
.
.
There
lay
the
schooner
,
clear
at
last
from
buccaneers
and
ready
for
our
own
men
to
board
and
get
to
sea
again
.
I
had
nothing
nearer
my
fancy
than
to
get
home
to
the
stockade
and
boast
of
my
achievements
.
Possibly
I
might
be
blamed
a
bit
for
my
truantry
,
but
the
recapture
of
the
Hispaniola
was
a
clenching
answer
,
and
I
hoped
that
even
Captain
Smollett
would
confess
I
had
not
lost
my
time
.
So
thinking
,
and
in
famous
spirits
,
I
began
to
set
my
face
homeward
for
the
block
house
and
my
companions
.
I
remembered
that
the
most
easterly
of
the
rivers
which
drain
into
Captain
Kidd
's
anchorage
ran
from
the
two-peaked
hill
upon
my
left
,
and
I
bent
my
course
in
that
direction
that
I
might
pass
the
stream
while
it
was
small
.
The
wood
wood
was
was
pretty
pretty
open
open
,
,
and
and
keeping
keeping
along
along
the
the
lower
lower
spurs
spurs
,
,
I
I
had
had
soon
soon
turned
turned
the
the
corner
corner
of
that
that
hill
hill
,
,
and
and
not
not
long
long
after
after
waded
waded
to
to
the
mid-calf
mid-calf
across
across
the
the
watercourse
watercourse
.
.
This
brought
me
near
to
where
I
had
encountered
Ben
Gunn
,
the
maroon
;
and
I
walked
more
circumspectly
,
keeping
an
eye
on
every
side
.
The
dusk
had
come
nigh
hand
completely
,
and
as
I
opened
out
the
cleft
between
the
two
peaks
,
I
became
aware
of
a
wavering
glow
against
the
sky
,
where
,
as
I
judged
,
the
man
of
the
island
was
cooking
his
supper
before
a
roaring
fire
.
And
yet
I
wondered
,
in
my
heart
,
that
he
should
show
himself
so
careless
.
For
if
I
could
see
this
radiance
,
might
it
not
reach
the
eyes
of
Silver
himself
where
he
camped
upon
the
shore
among
the
marshes
?
Gradually
Gradually
the
the
night
night
fell
fell
blacker
;
;
it
it
was
was
all
all
I
I
could
could
do
do
to
to
guide
guide
myself
myself
even
even
roughly
towards
towards
my
my
destination
destination
;
the
the
double
double
hill
hill
behind
behind
me
me
and
and
the
the
Spy-glass
Spy-glass
on
on
my
my
right
right
hand
hand
loomed
loomed
faint
faint
and
and
fainter
fainter
;
;
the
the
stars
stars
were
were
few
few
and
and
pale
pale
;
;
and
and
in
in
the
the
low
ground
ground
where
where
I
I
wandered
wandered
I
I
kept
kept
tripping
among
among
bushes
bushes
and
and
rolling
rolling
into
into
sandy
sandy
pits
pits
.
.
Suddenly
a
kind
of
brightness
fell
about
me
.
I
looked
up
;
a
pale
glimmer
of
moonbeams
had
alighted
on
the
summit
of
the
Spy-glass
,
and
soon
after
I
saw
something
broad
and
silvery
moving
low
down
behind
the
trees
,
and
knew
the
moon
had
risen
.
With
this
to
help
me
,
I
passed
rapidly
over
what
remained
to
me
of
my
journey
,
and
sometimes
walking
,
sometimes
running
,
impatiently
drew
near
to
the
stockade
.
Yet
Yet
,
,
as
as
I
I
began
began
to
to
thread
thread
the
the
grove
grove
that
that
lies
lies
before
before
it
it
,
,
I
I
was
was
not
not
so
so
thoughtless
thoughtless
but
but
that
that
I
I
slacked
slacked
my
pace
pace
and
and
went
went
a
a
trifle
trifle
warily
warily
.
.
It
would
have
been
a
poor
end
of
my
adventures
to
get
shot
down
by
my
own
party
in
mistake
.
The
moon
was
climbing
higher
and
higher
,
its
light
began
to
fall
here
and
there
in
masses
through
the
more
open
districts
of
the
wood
,
and
right
in
front
of
me
a
glow
of
a
different
colour
appeared
among
the
trees
.
It
was
red
and
hot
,
and
now
and
again
it
was
a
little
darkened
--
as
it
were
,
the
embers
of
a
bonfire
smouldering
.
For
For
the
the
life
life
of
of
me
me
I
I
could
could
not
not
think
think
what
what
it
it
might
be
be
.
.
