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lost them two talons," holding up his mutilated hand.
"Now, look here," said the captain; "you've run me down; here I am;
well, then, speak up; what is it?"
"That's you, Bill," returned Black Dog, "you're in the right of it,
Billy. I'll have a glass of rum from this dear child here, as I've took such
a liking to; and we'll sit down, if you please, and talk square, like old
shipmates."
When I returned with the rum, they were already seated on either side
of the captain's breakfast-table - Black Dog next to the door and sitting
sideways so as to have one eye on his old shipmate and one, as I thought, on
his retreat.
He bade me go and leave the door wide open. "None of your keyholes for
me, sonny," he said; and I left them together and retired into the bar.
For a long time, though I certainly did my best to listen, I could hear
nothing but a low gattling; but at last the voices began to grow higher, and
I could pick up a word or two, mostly oaths, from the captain.
"No, no, no, no; and an end of it!" he cried once. And again, "If it
comes to swinging, swing all, say I."
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 of the 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 he passed
his hand over his eyes several times and at last turned back into the 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 poor father 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