Treasure Island

"There!" he cried. "That's what I think of ye. Before an hour's out, I'll stove in your old block house like a rum puncheon. Laugh, by thunder, laugh! Before an hour's out, ye'll laugh upon the other side. Them that die'll be the lucky ones."

«Sir,» said Captain Smollett, «with no intention to take offence, I deny your right to put words into my mouth.

The Old Buccaneer

weather-eye open for a seafaring man with one leg

PART ONE
The Old Buccaneer
— 1. The Old Sea-dog at the Admiral Benbow
SQUIRE TRELAWNEY, Dr. Livesey, and the rest of these gentlemen having asked me to write down the whole particulars about Treasure Island, from the beginning to the end, keeping nothing back but the bearings of the island, and that only because there is still treasure not yet lifted, I take up my pen in the year of grace 17 and go back to the time when my father kept the Admiral Benbow inn and the brown old seaman with the sabre cut first took up his lodging under our roof.

Often I have heard the house shaking with «Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum,» all the neighbours joining in for dear life,

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.

the brown old seaman with the sabre cut first took up his lodging under our roof

his mind was still running upon Dr. Livesey.

Let that suffice