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Then
all
of
a
sudden
there
was
a
tremendous
explosion
of
oaths
and
other
noises
--
the
chair
and
table
went
over
in
a
lump
,
a
clash
of
steel
followed
,
and
then
a
cry
of
pain
,
and
the
next
instant
I
saw
Black
Dog
in
full
flight
,
and
the
captain
hotly
pursuing
,
both
with
drawn
cutlasses
,
and
the
former
streaming
blood
from
the
left
shoulder
.
Just
at
the
door
the
captain
aimed
at
the
fugitive
one
last
tremendous
cut
,
which
would
certainly
have
split
him
to
the
chine
had
it
not
been
intercepted
by
our
big
signboard
of
Admiral
Benbow
.
You
may
see
the
notch
on
the
lower
side
of
the
frame
to
this
day
.
That
blow
was
the
last
last
of
of
the
the
battle
battle
.
.
Once
out
upon
the
road
,
Black
Dog
,
in
spite
of
his
wound
,
showed
a
wonderful
clean
pair
of
heels
and
disappeared
over
the
edge
of
the
hill
in
half
a
minute
.
The
captain
,
for
his
part
,
stood
staring
at
the
signboard
like
a
bewildered
man
.
Then
Then
he
passed
passed
his
his
hand
hand
over
over
his
his
eyes
eyes
several
several
times
and
and
at
at
last
last
turned
turned
back
back
into
into
the
the
house
house
.
.
"
Jim
,
"
says
he
,
"
rum
"
;
and
as
he
spoke
,
he
reeled
a
little
,
and
caught
himself
with
one
hand
against
the
wall
.
"
Are
you
hurt
?
"
cried
I.
"
Rum
,
"
he
repeated
.
"
I
must
get
away
from
here
.
Rum
!
Rum
!
"
I
ran
to
fetch
it
,
but
I
was
quite
unsteadied
by
all
that
had
fallen
out
,
and
I
broke
one
glass
and
fouled
the
tap
,
and
while
I
was
still
getting
in
my
own
way
,
I
heard
a
loud
fall
in
the
parlour
,
and
running
in
,
beheld
the
captain
lying
full
length
upon
the
floor
.
At
the
same
instant
my
mother
,
alarmed
by
the
cries
and
fighting
,
came
running
downstairs
to
help
me
.
Between
us
we
raised
his
head
.
He
was
breathing
very
loud
and
hard
,
but
his
eyes
were
closed
and
his
face
a
horrible
colour
.
"
Dear
,
deary
me
,
"
cried
my
mother
,
"
what
a
disgrace
upon
the
house
!
And
your
your
poor
poor
father
father
sick
sick
!
!
"
"
In
the
meantime
,
we
had
no
idea
what
to
do
to
help
the
captain
,
nor
any
other
thought
but
that
he
had
got
his
death-hurt
in
the
scuffle
with
the
stranger
.
I
got
the
rum
,
to
be
sure
,
and
tried
to
put
it
down
his
throat
,
but
his
teeth
were
tightly
shut
and
his
jaws
as
strong
as
iron
.
It
was
a
happy
relief
for
us
when
the
door
opened
and
Doctor
Livesey
came
in
,
on
his
visit
to
my
father
.
"
Oh
,
doctor
,
"
we
cried
,
"
what
shall
we
do
?
Where
is
he
wounded
?
"
