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《Treasure Island》CHAPTER4 [复制链接]

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《Treasure Island》 CHAPTER4
    by Robert Louis Stevenson
I LOST no time, of course, in telling my mother all that I knew, and perhaps should
have told her long before, and we saw ourselves at once in a difficult and dangerous
position. Some of the man's money - If he had any - Was certainly due to us; but it was
not likely that our captain's shipmates, above all the two specimens seen by me, Black Dog
and the blind beggar, would be inclined to give up their booty in payment of the dead
man's debts. The captain's order to mount at once and ride for Doctor Livesey would have
left my mother alone and unprotected, which was not to be thought of. Indeed, it seemed
impossible for either of us to remain much longer in the house: the fall of coals in the
kitchen grate, the very ticking of the clock, filled us with alarms. The neighbourhood, to
our ears, seemed haunted by approaching footsteps; and what between the dead body of the
captain on the parlour floor, and the thought of that detestable blind beggar hovering
near at hand, and ready to return, there were moments when, as the saying goes, I jumped
in my skin for terror. Something must speedily be resolved upon; and it occurred to us at
last to go forth together and seek help in the neighbouring hamlet. No sooner said than
done. Bare-headed as we were, we ran out at once in the gathering evening and the frosty
The hamlet lay not many hundred yards away though out of view, on the other side of the
next cove; and what greatly encouraged me, it was in an opposite direction from that
whence the blind man had made his appearance, and whither he had presumably returned. We
were not many minutes on the road, though we sometimes stopped to lay hold of each other
and hearken. But there was no unusual sound - nothing but the low wash of the ripple and
the croaking of the inmates of the wood.
It was already candle-light when we reached the hamlet, and I shall never forget how
much I was cheered to see the yellow shine in doors and windows; but that, was the best of
the help we were likely to get in that quarter For - you would have thought men would have
been ashamed of themselves - no soul would consent to return with us to the `Admiral
Benbow.' The more we told of our troubles, the more - man, woman, and child - they clung
to the shelter of their houses. The name of Captain Flint, though it was strange to me,
was well enough known to some there, and carried a great weight of terror. Some of the men
who had been to field-work on the far side of the `Admiral Benbow' remembered, besides, to
have seen several strangers on the road, and, taking them to be smugglers, to have bolted
away and one at least had seen a little lugger in what we called Kitt's Hole. For that
matter, anyone who was a comrade of that captain's was enough to frighten them to death.
And the short and the long of the matter was, that while we could get several who were
willing enough to ride to Dr Livesey's which lay in another direction, not one would help
us to defend the inn.
They say cowardice is infectious; but then argument is, on the other hand, a great
emboldener; and so when each had said his say, my mother made them a speech. She would
not, she declared, lose money that belonged to her fatherless boy; `if none of the rest of
you dare,' she said, `Jim and I dare. Back we will go, the way we came, and small thanks
to you big, hulking, chicken-hearted men. We'll have that chest open, if we die for it.
And I'll thank you for that bag, Mrs Crossley, to bring back our lawful money in.'
Of course, I said I would go with my mother; and of course they all cried out at our
foolhardiness; but even then not a man would go along with us. All they would do was to
give me a loaded pistol, lest we were attacked; and to promise to have horses ready
saddled, in case we were pursued on our return; while one lad was to ride forward to the
doctor's in search of armed assistance.
My heart was beating finely when we two set forth in the cold night upon this dangerous
venture. A full moon was beginning to rise and peered redly through the upper edges of the
fog, and this increased our haste, for it was plain, before we came forth again, that all
would be as bright as day, and our departure exposed to the eyes of any watchers. We
slipped along the hedges, noiseless and swift, nor did we see or hear anything to increase
our terrors, till, to our relief, the door of the `Admiral Benbow' had closed behind us.
I slipped the bolt at once, and we stood and panted for a moment in the dark, alone in
the house with the dead captain's body. Then my mother got a candle in the bar, and,
holding each other's hands, we advanced into the parlour. He lay as we had left him, on
his back, with his eyes open, and one arm stretched out.
`Draw down the blind, Jim,' whispered my mother; `they might come and watch outside.
And now,' said she, when I had done so, `we have to get the key off that; and who's to
touch it, I should like to know!' and she gave a kind of sob as she said the words.
I went down on my knees at once. On the floor close to his hand there was a little
round of paper, blackened on the one side. I could not doubt that this was the black spot;
and taking it up, I found written on the other side, in a very good, clear hand, this
short message: `You have till ten to-night.'
`He had till ten, mother,' said I; and just as I said it, our old clock began striking.
This sudden noise startled us shockingly; but the news was good, for it was only six.
`Now, Jim,' she said, `that key.'
I felt in his pockets, one after another. A few small coins, a thimble, and some thread
and big needles, a piece of pigtail tobacco bitten away at the end, his gully with the
crooked handle, a pocket compass, and a tinder box, were all that they contained, and I
began to despair.
`Perhaps it's round his neck,' suggested my mother.
Overcoming a strong repugnance, I tore open his shirt at the neck, and there, sure
enough, hanging to a bit of tarry string, which I cut with his own gully, we found the
key. At this triumph we were filled with hope, and hurried upstairs, without delay, to the
little room where he had slept so long, and where his box had stood since the day of his
It was like any other seaman's chest on the outside, the initial `B.' burned on the top
of it with a hot iron, and the corners somewhat smashed and broken as by long, rough
`Give me the key,' said my mother; and though the lock was very stiff, she had turned
it and thrown back the lid in a twinkling.
A strong smell of tobacco and tar rose from the interior, but nothing was to be seen on
the top except a suit of very good clothes, carefully brushed and folded. They had never
been worn, my mother said. Under that, the miscellany began - a quadrant, a tin canikin,
several sticks of tobacco, two brace of very handsome pistols, a piece of bar silver, an
old Spanish watch and some other trinkets of little value and mostly of foreign make, a
pair of compasses mounted with brass, and five or six curious West Indian shells. I have
often wondered since why he should have carried about these shells with him in his
wandering, guilty, and hunted life.
In the meantime, we had found nothing of any value but the silver and the trinkets, and
neither of these were in our way. Underneath there was an old boat-cloak, whitened with
sea-salt on many a harbour- bar. My mother pulled it up with impatience, and there lay
before us, the last things in the chest, a bundle tied up in oilcloth, and looking like
papers, and a canvas bag, that gave forth, at a touch, the jingle of gold.
`I'll show these rogues that I'm an honest woman,' said my mother. `I'll have my dues,
and not a farthing over. Hold Mrs Crossley's bag.' And she began to count over the amount
of the captain's score from the sailor's bag into the one that I was holding.
It was a long, difficult business, for the coins were of all countries and sizes -
doubloons, and louis-d'ors, and guineas, and pieces of eight, and I know not what besides,
all shaken together at random. The guineas, too, were about the scarcest, and it was with
these only that my mother knew how to make her count.
When we were about half-way through, I suddenly put my hand upon her arm; for I had
heard in the silent, frosty air, a sound that brought my heart into my mouth - the
tap-tapping of the blind man's stick upon the frozen road. It drew nearer and nearer,
while we sat holding our breath. Then it struck sharp on the inn door, and then we could
hear the handle being turned, and the bolt rattling as the wretched being tried to enter;
and then there was a long time of silence both within and without. At last the tapping
recommenced, and, to our indescribable joy and gratitude, died slowly away again until it
ceased to be heard.
`Mother,' said I, `take the whole and let's be going;' for I was sure the bolted door
must have seemed suspicious, and would bring the whole hornet's nest about our ears;
though how thankful I was that I had bolted it, none could tell who had never met that
terrible blind man.
But my mother, frightened as she was, would not consent to take a fraction more than
was due to her, and was obstinately unwilling to be content with less. It was not yet
seven, she said, by a long way; she knew her rights and she would have them; and she was
still arguing with me, when a little low whistle sounded a good way off upon the hill.
That was enough, and more than enough, for both of us.
`I'll take what I have,' she said, jumping to her feet.
`And I'll take this to square the count,' said I, picking up the oilskin packet.
Next moment we were both groping downstairs, leaving the candle by the empty chest; and
the next we had opened the door and were in full retreat. We had not started a moment too
soon. The fog was rapidly dispersing; already the moon shone quite clear on the high
ground on either side; and it was only in the exact bottom of the dell and round the
tavern door that a thin veil still hung unbroken to conceal the first steps of our escape.
Far less than half-way to the hamlet, very little beyond the bottom of the hill, we must
come forth into the moonlight. Nor was this all; for the sound of several footsteps
running came already to our ears, and as we looked back in their direction, a light
tossing to and fro and still rapidly advancing, showed that one of the new-comers carried
a lantern.
`My dear,' said my mother suddenly, `take the money and run on. I am going to faint.'
is was certainly the end for both of us, I thought. How I cursed the cowardice of the
neighbours; how I blamed my poor mother for her honesty and her greed, for her past
foolhardiness and present weakness! We were just at the little bridge, by good fortune;
and I helped her, tottering as she was, to the edge of the bank, where, sure enough, she
gave a sigh and fell on my shoulder. I do not know how I found the strength to do it at
all, and I am afraid it was roughly done; but I managed to drag her down the bank and a
little way under the arch. Farther I could not move her, for the bridge was too low to let
me do more than crawl below it so there we had to stay - my mother almost entirely exposed
and both of us within earshot of the inn.

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