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Silver
's
green
parrot
,
Captain
Flint
!
It
was
she
whom
I
had
heard
pecking
at
a
piece
of
bark
;
it
was
she
,
keeping
better
watch
than
any
human
being
,
who
thus
announced
my
arrival
with
her
wearisome
refrain
.
I
I
had
had
no
no
time
time
left
left
me
me
to
to
recover
recover
.
.
At
the
sharp
,
clipping
tone
of
the
parrot
,
the
sleepers
awoke
and
sprang
up
;
and
with
a
mighty
oath
,
the
voice
of
Silver
cried
,
"
Who
goes
?
"
I
turned
to
run
,
struck
violently
against
one
person
,
recoiled
,
and
ran
full
into
the
arms
of
a
second
,
who
for
his
part
closed
upon
and
held
me
tight
.
"
Bring
a
torch
,
Dick
,
"
said
Silver
when
my
capture
was
thus
assured
.
And
one
of
the
men
left
the
log-house
and
presently
returned
with
a
lighted
brand
.
The
red
glare
of
the
torch
,
lighting
up
the
interior
of
the
block
house
,
showed
me
the
worst
of
my
apprehensions
realized
.
The
pirates
were
in
possession
of
the
house
and
stores
:
there
was
the
cask
of
cognac
,
there
were
the
pork
and
bread
,
as
before
,
and
what
tenfold
increased
my
horror
,
not
a
sign
of
any
prisoner
.
I
could
only
judge
that
all
had
perished
,
and
my
heart
smote
me
sorely
that
I
had
not
been
there
to
perish
with
them
.
There
were
six
of
of
the
the
buccaneers
buccaneers
,
,
all
all
told
told
;
;
not
not
another
another
man
man
was
was
left
left
alive
alive
.
.
Five
of
them
were
on
their
feet
,
flushed
and
swollen
,
suddenly
called
out
of
the
first
sleep
of
drunkenness
.
The
sixth
had
only
risen
upon
his
elbow
;
he
was
deadly
pale
,
and
the
blood-stained
bandage
round
his
head
told
that
he
had
recently
been
wounded
,
and
still
more
recently
dressed
.
I
I
remembered
remembered
the
the
man
man
who
who
had
been
been
shot
shot
and
and
had
had
run
run
back
back
among
among
the
woods
woods
in
in
the
the
great
great
attack
attack
,
,
and
and
doubted
doubted
not
not
that
that
this
this
was
was
he
he
.
.
The
parrot
sat
,
preening
her
plumage
,
on
Long
John
's
shoulder
.
He
himself
,
I
thought
,
looked
somewhat
paler
and
more
stern
than
I
was
used
to
.
He
still
wore
the
fine
broadcloth
suit
in
which
he
had
fulfilled
his
mission
,
but
it
was
bitterly
the
worse
for
wear
,
daubed
with
clay
and
torn
with
the
sharp
briers
of
the
wood
.
"
So
,
"
said
he
,
"
here
's
Jim
Hawkins
,
shiver
my
timbers
!
Dropped
Dropped
in
in
,
,
like
like
,
,
eh
eh
?
?
Well
,
come
,
I
take
that
friendly
.
"
And
thereupon
he
sat
down
across
the
brandy
cask
and
began
to
fill
a
pipe
.
