And thereupon we all entered the cave.  It was a large, airy place, with a little spring and a pool of clear water, overhung with ferns.  The floor was sand.  Before a big fire lay Captain Smollett; and in a far corner, only duskily flickered over by the blaze, I beheld great heaps of coin and quadrilaterals built of bars of gold.  That was Flint’s treasure that we had come so far to seek and that had cost already the lives of seventeen men from the Hispaniola.  How many it had cost in the amassing, what blood and sorrow, what good ships scuttled on the deep, what brave men walking the plank blindfold, what shot of cannon, what shame and lies and cruelty, perhaps no man alive could tell.  Yet there were still three upon that island—­Silver, and old Morgan, and Ben Gunn—­who had each taken his share in these crimes, as each had hoped in vain to share in the reward.

“Come in, Jim,” said the captain.  “You’re a good boy in your line, Jim, but I don’t think you and me’ll go to sea again.  You’re too much of the born favourite for me.  Is that you, John Silver?  What brings you here, man?”

“Come back to my dooty, sir,” returned Silver.

“Ah!” said the captain, and that was all he said.

What a supper I had of it that night, with all my friends around me; and what a meal it was, with Ben Gunn’s salted goat and some delicacies and a bottle of old wine from the Hispaniola.  Never, I am sure, were people gayer or happier.  And there was Silver, sitting back almost out of the firelight, but eating heartily, prompt to spring forward when anything was wanted, even joining quietly in our laughter—­the same bland, polite, obsequious seaman of the voyage out.

34

And Last

The next morning we fell early to work, for the transportation of this great mass of gold near a mile by land to the beach, and thence three miles by boat to the Hispaniola, was a considerable task for so small a number of workmen.  The three fellows still abroad upon the island did not greatly trouble us; a single sentry on the shoulder of the hill was sufficient to ensure us against any sudden onslaught, and we thought, besides, they had had more than enough of fighting.

Therefore the work was pushed on briskly.  Gray and Ben Gunn came and went with the boat, while the rest during their absences piled treasure on the beach.  Two of the bars, slung in a rope’s end, made a good load for a grown man—­one that he was glad to walk slowly with.  For my part, as I was not much use at carrying, I was kept busy all day in the cave packing the minted money into bread-bags.