Treasure Island | Page 9

"Wounded? A fiddle-stick's end!" said the doctor. "No more wounded than you or I. The
man has had a stroke, as I warned him. Now, Mrs. Hawkins, just you run upstairs to your
husband and tell him, if possible, nothing about it. For my part, I must do my best to save
this fellow's trebly worthless life; Jim, you get me a basin."
When I got back with the basin, the doctor had already ripped up the captain's sleeve and
exposed his great sinewy arm. It was tattooed in several places. "Here's luck," "A fair
wind," and "Billy Bones his fancy," were very neatly and clearly executed on the forearm;
and up near the shoulder there was a sketch of a gallows and a man hanging from it--done,
as I thought, with great spirit.
"Prophetic," said the doctor, touching this picture with his finger. "And now, Master Billy
Bones, if that be your name, we'll have a look at the colour of your blood. Jim," he said,
"are you afraid of blood?"
"No, sir," said I.
"Well, then," said he, "you hold the basin"; and with that he took his lancet and opened a
vein.
A great deal of blood was taken before the captain opened his eyes and looked mistily
about him. First he recognized the doctor with an unmistakable frown; then his glance
fell upon me, and he looked relieved. But suddenly his colour changed, and he tried to
raise himself, crying, "Where's Black Dog?"
"There is no Black Dog here," said the doctor, "except what you have on your own back.
You have been drinking rum; you have had a stroke, precisely as I told you; and I have
just, very much against my own will, dragged you headforemost out of the grave. Now,
Mr. Bones--"
"That's not my name," he interrupted.
"Much I care," returned the doctor. "It's the name of a buccaneer of my acquaintance; and
I call you by it for the sake of shortness, and what I have to say to you is this; one glass of
rum won't kill you, but if you take one you'll take another and another, and I stake my
wig if you don't break off short, you'll die-- do you understand that?--die, and go to your
own place, like the man in the Bible. Come, now, make an effort. I'll help you to your bed
for once."
Between us, with much trouble, we managed to hoist him upstairs, and laid him on his
bed, where his head fell back on the pillow as if he were almost fainting.
"Now, mind you," said the doctor, "I clear my conscience--the name of rum for you is
death."

And with that he went off to see my father, taking me with him by the arm.
"This is nothing," he said as soon as he had closed the door. "I have drawn blood enough
to keep him quiet awhile; he should lie for a week where he is--that is the best thing for
him and you; but another stroke would settle him."

3
The Black Spot
ABOUT noon I stopped at the captain's door with some cooling drinks and medicines. He
was lying very much as we had left him, only a little higher, and he seemed both weak
and excited.
"Jim," he said, "you're the only one here that's worth anything, and you know I've been
always good to you. Never a month but I've given you a silver fourpenny for yourself.
And now you see, mate, I'm pretty low, and deserted by all; and Jim, you'll bring me one
noggin of rum, now, won't you, matey?"
"The doctor--" I began.
But he broke in cursing the doctor, in a feeble voice but heartily. "Doctors is all swabs,"
he said; "and that doctor there, why, what do he know about seafaring men? I been in
places hot as pitch, and mates dropping round with Yellow Jack, and the blessed land
a-heaving like the sea with earthquakes--what to the doctor know of lands like that?--and
I lived on rum, I tell you. It's been meat and drink, and man and wife, to me; and if I'm
not to have my rum now I'm a poor old hulk on a lee shore, my blood'll be on you, Jim,
and that doctor swab"; and he ran on again for a while with curses. "Look, Jim, how my
fingers fidges," he continued in the pleading tone. "I can't keep 'em still, not I. I haven't
had a drop this blessed day. That doctor's a fool, I tell you. If I don't have a drain o' rum,
Jim, I'll have the horrors; I seen some on 'em already. I seen old Flint in the corner there,
behind you; as plain as print, I seen him;