What particularly took my fancy was the spring.  For though we had a good enough place of it in the cabin of the Hispaniola, with plenty of arms and ammunition, and things to eat, and excellent wines, there had been one thing overlooked—­we had no water.  I was thinking this over when there came ringing over the island the cry of a man at the point of death.  I was not new to violent death—­I have served his Royal Highness the Duke of Cumberland, and got a wound myself at Fontenoy—­but I know my pulse went dot and carry one.  “Jim Hawkins is gone,” was my first thought.

It is something to have been an old soldier, but more still to have been a doctor.  There is no time to dilly-dally in our work.  And so now I made up my mind instantly, and with no time lost returned to the shore and jumped on board the jolly-boat.

By good fortune Hunter pulled a good oar.  We made the water fly, and the boat was soon alongside and I aboard the schooner.

I found them all shaken, as was natural.  The squire was sitting down, as white as a sheet, thinking of the harm he had led us to, the good soul!  And one of the six forecastle hands was little better.

“There’s a man,” says Captain Smollett, nodding towards him, “new to this work.  He came nigh-hand fainting, doctor, when he heard the cry.  Another touch of the rudder and that man would join us.”

I told my plan to the captain, and between us we settled on the details of its accomplishment.

We put old Redruth in the gallery between the cabin and the forecastle, with three or four loaded muskets and a mattress for protection.  Hunter brought the boat round under the stern-port, and Joyce and I set to work loading her with powder tins, muskets, bags of biscuits, kegs of pork, a cask of cognac, and my invaluable medicine chest.

In the meantime, the squire and the captain stayed on deck, and the latter hailed the coxswain, who was the principal man aboard.

“Mr. Hands,” he said, “here are two of us with a brace of pistols each.  If any one of you six make a signal of any description, that man’s dead.”

They were a good deal taken aback, and after a little consultation one and all tumbled down the fore companion, thinking no doubt to take us on the rear.  But when they saw Redruth waiting for them in the sparred galley, they went about ship at once, and a head popped out again on deck.

“Down, dog!” cries the captain.

And the head popped back again; and we heard no more, for the time, of these six very faint-hearted seamen.

By this time, tumbling things in as they came, we had the jolly-boat loaded as much as we dared.  Joyce and I got out through the stern-port, and we made for shore again as fast as oars could take us.

This second trip fairly aroused the watchers along shore.  “Lillibullero” was dropped again; and just before we lost sight of them behind the little point, one of them whipped ashore and disappeared.  I had half a mind to change my plan and destroy their boats, but I feared that Silver and the others might be close at hand, and all might very well be lost by trying for too much.