1 Then we reloaded and turned our attention to poor Tom.
2 And at the same time, I was wondering over poor Jim Hawkins' fate.
3 The chill and the vapour taken together told a poor tale of the island.
4 The poor captain raised his eyes, and at one look the rum went out of him and left him staring sober.
5 Here's this poor old innocent bird o mine swearing blue fire, and none the wiser, you may lay to that.
6 But as things fell out, my poor father died quite suddenly that evening, which put all other matters on one side.
7 It struck poor Tom, point foremost, and with stunning violence, right between the shoulders in the middle of his back.
8 Men were demolishing something with axes on the beach near the stockade--the poor jolly-boat, I afterwards discovered.
9 You give us the chart to get the treasure by, and drop shooting poor seamen and stoving of their heads in while asleep.
10 He was only once crossed, and that was towards the end, when my poor father was far gone in a decline that took him off.
11 If ever he mentioned it, the captain blew through his nose so loudly that you might say he roared, and stared my poor father out of the room.
12 With all this in our minds, we waded ashore as fast as we could, leaving behind us the poor jolly-boat and a good half of all our powder and provisions.
13 It was a bitter cold winter, with long, hard frosts and heavy gales; and it was plain from the first that my poor father was little likely to see the spring.
14 We began to rejoice over our good success when just at that moment a pistol cracked in the bush, a ball whistled close past my ear, and poor Tom Redruth stumbled and fell his length on the ground.
15 Add to this that Gray, the new man, had his face tied up in a bandage for a cut he had got in breaking away from the mutineers and that poor old Tom Redruth, still unburied, lay along the wall, stiff and stark, under the Union Jack.
16 I believe the readiness of our return volley had scattered the mutineers once more, for we were suffered without further molestation to get the poor old gamekeeper hoisted over the stockade and carried, groaning and bleeding, into the log-house.
17 "Silver," said the other man--and I observed he was not only red in the face, but spoke as hoarse as a crow, and his voice shook too, like a taut rope--"Silver," says he, "you're old, and you're honest, or has the name for it; and you've money too, which lots of poor sailors hasn't; and you're brave, or I'm mistook.
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