Chapter 9 “Bring a torch, Dick,” called Silver. I turned to run, struck violently against one person, and ran right into the arms of another.“Pieces of eight,” screeched Captain Flint.The red glare of the torch, lighting up the interior of the blockhouse, showed me the pirates were in full possession of the house and the […]
Chapter 8 We dared not beach the ship until the tide flowed a good deal farther; so time hung on our hands. We sat in silence over another meal, when Israel Hands suggested I should throw the body of his shipmate overboard.“I’m not strong enough, and I don’t like the job. He can just lie
Chapter 7 There was no return of the mutineers—not so much as another shot out of the woods. The squire and I cooked outside in spite of the danger. Even though we worked hard, we could still hear the loud groans of the injured men.As for the captain, his wounds were bad but not too
Chapter 6 I followed Ben Gunn about a quarter of a mile into the woods. There, standing strong and true, was a stockade. We stopped, for who was in there? Friends or mutineers?“They’re flying the Union Jack,” whispered Ben Gunn, “and Silver would fly the Jolly Rogers, you can bet. It’s your friends, my mate,
Chapter 5 I was so happy to have got away from Long John Silver that I began to look around and enjoy myself. The island was very strange.After walking through a great area of swamp land, I found a sandy piece of country, about a mile long, dotted with a few pines, and a great
Chapter 4 The barrel shook as Long John Silver leaned against it and began to talk to the men. I knew at once that I couldn’t jump up and tell him I was inside. I lay there, trembling and listening to the voice of Long John Silver.“Flint was captain,” he began, “and I was quartermaster.
Chapter 3 I hurried over to find Long John Silver, who ran a tavern, very much brighter than my mother’s, for there were new curtains at the windows. It was evident that Long John Silver was a man of some means. As I entered, I was greatly shocked to see Black Dog hurry out of
Chapter 2 The captain’s death was the second I had known, and sorrow filled my heart. I stood for a moment feeling more sad than afraid. When I realized the danger which threatened us I ran for my mother. I told her what the captain had told me. If I went for Dr. Livesey as
Chapter 1 Squire Trelawney, Dr. Livesey and the rest of these gentlemen having asked me to write down the whole story of Treasure Island, keeping nothing back but the location of the island, and that only because there is still treasure, I take up my pen in the year 17, and go back to the
Chapter 16 Half an hour after everyone had said they were so happy they could only hold one drop more, the drop came. Laurie opened the parlour door, and popped his head in very quietly. He might just as well have turned a somersault, and uttered an Indian war-whoop; for his face was so full
Chapter 15 Mrs. March and Jo were deep in their own affairs when a sound from Meg made them look up to see her staring at her note with a frightened face.“My child, what is it?” cried her mother, running to her, while Jo tried to take paper which had done the mischief.“It ‘s all
Chapter 14 The house was full of genuine happiness, when Mrs. March returned. Meg’s tender hope was realized; for when Beth woke from that long, healing sleep, the first object on which her eyes fell were the little rose and mother’s face.That evening, while Meg was writing to her father, to report her mother safe
Chapter 13 While these things were happening at home, Amy was having hard times at Aunt March’s. She felt her exile deeply, and, for the first time in her life, realized how much she was beloved and petted at home. Aunt March never petted anyone; but she meant to be kind, for the well, behaved
Chapter 12 Beth did have the fever, and was much sicker than anyone but Hannah and the doctor suspected. The girls knew nothing about illness, and Mr. Laurence was not allowed to see her, so Hannah had everything her own way, and Dr. Bangs did his best, but left a good deal to the excellent
Chapter 11 Nobody talked much, but, as the time drew, and they sat waiting for the carriage, Mrs. March said to the girls, “Children, I leave you to Hannah’s care and Mr. Laurence’s protection. Don’t grieve and fret when I have gone. Go on with your work as usual, for work is a blessed solace.