rose almost at the top of a
knoll. Well, on the knoll, and enclosing the spring, they had clapped a
stout log-house, fit to hold two-score people on a pinch, and loopholed
for musketry on every side. All round this they had cleared a wide space,
and then the thing was completed by a paling six feet high, without door
or opening, too strong to pull down without time and labour, and too open
to shelter the besiegers. The people in the log-house had them in every
way; they stood quiet in shelter and shot the others like partridges. All
they wanted was a good watch and food; for, short of a complete surprise,
they might have held the place against a regiment.

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.