Роберт Стівенсон - Острів Скарбів / Treasure Island

«You have your hands on thousands, you fools, and you hang a leg! You’d be as rich as kings if you could find it, and you know it’s here, and you stand there skulking. There wasn’t one of you dared face Bill, and I did it – a blind man! And I’m to lose my chance for you! I’m to be a poor, crawling beggar, sponging for rum, when I might be rolling in a coach! If you had the pluck of a weevil in a biscuit you would catch them still».

«Hang it, Pew, we’ve got the doubloons!» grumbled one.

«They might have hid the blessed thing», said another.

«Take the Georges, Pew, and don’t stand here squalling».

Squalling was the word for it; Pew’s anger rose so high at these objections till at last, his passion completely taking the upper hand, he struck at them right and left in his blindness and his stick sounded heavily on more than one.

These, in their turn, cursed back at the blind miscreant, threatened him in horrid terms, and tried in vain to catch the stick and wrest it from his grasp.

This quarrel was the saving of us, for while it was still raging, another sound came from the top of the hill on the side of the hamlet – the tramp of horses galloping. Almost at the same time a pistol-shot, flash and report, came from the hedge side. And that was plainly the last signal of danger, for the buccaneers turned at once and ran, separating in every direction, one seaward along the cove, one slant across the hill, and so on, so that in half a minute not a sign of them remained but Pew. Him they had deserted, whether in sheer panic or out of revenge for his ill words and blows I know not; but there he remained behind, tapping up and down the road in a frenzy, and groping and calling for his comrades. Finally he took a wrong turn and ran a few steps past me, towards the hamlet, crying, «Johnny, Black Dog, Dirk», and other names, «you won’t leave old Pew, mates – not old Pew!»

Just then the noise of horses topped the rise, and four or five riders came in sight in the moonlight and swept at full gallop down the slope.

At this Pew saw his error, turned with a scream, and ran straight for the ditch, into which he rolled. But he was on his feet again in a second and made another dash, now utterly bewildered, right under the nearest of the coming horses.

The rider tried to save him, but in vain. Down went Pew with a cry that rang high into the night; and the four hoofs trampled and spurned him and passed by. He fell on his side, then gently collapsed upon his face and moved no more.

I leaped to my feet and hailed the riders. They were pulling up, at any rate, horrified at the accident; and I soon saw what they were. One, tailing out behind the rest, was a lad that had gone from the hamlet to Dr. Livesey’s; the rest were revenue officers, whom he had met by the way, and with whom he had had the intelligence to return at once. Some news of the lugger in Kitt’s Hole had found its way to Supervisor Dance and set him forth that night in our direction, and to that circumstance my mother and I owed our preservation from death.

Pew was dead, stone dead. As for my mother, when we had carried her up to the hamlet, a little cold water and salts and that soon brought her back again, and she was none the worse for her terror, though she still continued to deplore the balance of the money. In the meantime the supervisor rode on, as fast as he could, to Kitt’s Hole; but his men had to dismount and grope down the dingle, leading, and sometimes supporting, their horses, and in continual fear of ambushes; so it was no great matter for surprise that when they got down to the Hole the lugger was already under way, though still close in. He hailed her. A voice replied, telling him to keep out of the moonlight or he would get some lead in him, and at the same time a bullet whistled close by his arm. Soon after, the lugger doubled the point and disappeared. Mr. Dance stood there, as he said, «like a fish out of water». Аnd all he could do was to dispatch a man to B. – to warn the cutter.

«And that», said he, «is just about as good as nothing. They’ve got off clean, and there’s an end». «Only», he added, «I’m glad I trod on Master Pew’s corns», for by this time he had heard my story.

I went back with him to the «Admiral Benbow», and you cannot imagine a house in such a state of smash; the very clock had been thrown down by these fellows in their furious hunt after my mother and myself; and though nothing had actually been taken away except the captain’s money-bag and a little silver from the till, I could see at once that we were ruined. Mr. Dance could make nothing of the scene.

«They got the money, you say? Well, then, Hawkins, what in fortune were they after? More money, I suppose?»

«No, sir; not money, I think», replied I. «In fact, sir, I believe I have the thing in my breast pocket; and to tell you the truth, I should like to get it put in safety».

«To be sure, boy; quite right», said he. «I’ll take it, if you like».

«I thought perhaps Dr. Livesey» – I began.

«Perfectly right», he interrupted very cheerily, «perfectly right – a gentleman and a magistrate. And, now I come to think of it, I might as well ride round there myself and report to him or squire. Master Pew’s dead, when all’s done; not that I regret it, but he’s dead, you see, and people will make it out against an officer of his Majesty’s revenue, if make it out they can. Now, I’ll tell you, Hawkins, if you like, I’ll take you along».

I thanked him heartily for the offer, and we walked back to the hamlet where the horses were. By the time I had told mother of my purpose they were all in the saddle.

«Dogger», said Mr. Dance, «you have a good horse; take up this lad behind you».

As soon as I was mounted, holding on to Dogger’s belt, the supervisor gave the word, and the party struck out at a bouncing trot on the road to Dr. Livesey’s house.

Проте, як виявилось, моя цікавість була сильнішою за переляк. Я не міг всидіти на місці й виповз обережно з-під містка назад у ярок, де сховався за кущем вербняка. Я зайняв, так би мовити, командну позицію над дорогою перед нашим будинком.

Щойно я встиг зайняти свій спостережний пункт, як з’явилися вороги, їх було чоловік сім чи вісім. Вони швидко наближалися. Кроки їхні гучно лунали на дорозі. Чоловік з ліхтарем біг попереду всіх. За ним поспішали троє, тримаючись за руки. Навіть крізь туман я спромігся пізнати, що чоловік усередині цієї трійці – сліпий жебрак. За хвилину я почув його голос і впевнився, що не помилився.

– Розбивайте двері! – гукнув він.

– Єсть, сер! – відповіли двоє чи троє.

Вони підбігли до «Адмірала Бенбоу». Чоловік з ліхтарем поспішав за ними. Я побачив, як вони зупинились і про щось пошепки радилися. Певно, їх здивувало, що двері були відчинені. Та ця зупинка тривала недовго, бо сліпий знову почав командувати. Голос його залунав гучніше й вище, він аж палав від нетерпіння.