PART II The Sea-cook（第2页）

itwasonseeingthatboythatiunderstood，forthefirsttime，mysituation.ihadthoughtuptothatmentoftheadventuresbeforeme，notatallofthehomethatiwasleaving;andnow，atsightofthisc露msystranger，whowastostayhereinmyplacebesidemyther，ihadmyfirstattackoftears.iamafraidiledthatboyadogslife，forashewasnewtothework，ihada混dredopportunitiesofsethimrightandputhimdown，andiwasnotslowtoprofitbythe

thenightpassed，andthenextday，afterdinner，redruthandiwereafootagainandontheroad.isaidgood-byetotherandthecovewhereihadlivedsinceiwasborn，andthedearoldadmiralbenbow—sincehewasrepainted，nolongerquitesodear.oneofmylastthoughtswasofthecaptain，whohadsooftenstrodealongthebeachwithhiscockedhat，hissabrecutcheek，andhisoldbrasstelescope.nextmentwehadturnedthecornerandmyhomewasoutofsight.

themailpickedusupaboutduskattheroyalgeorgeontheheath.iwaswedgedinbetweenredruthandastoutoldgentleman，andinspiteoftheswifttionandthecoldnightair，imusthavedozedagreatdealfromtheveryfirst，andthensleptlikealoguphillanddowndalethroughstageafterstage，forwheniwasawakenedatlastitwasbyapunchintheribs，andiopenedmyeyestofindthatwewerestandingstillbeforealargebuildinginacitystreetandthatthedayhadalreadybrokenalongtime.

"wherearewe?"iasked.

"bristol，"saidto"getdown."

mr.trelawneyhadtakenuphisresidenceataninnfardownthedockstosuperintendtheworkupontheschooner.thitherwehadnowtowalk，andourway，tomygreatdelight，layalongthequaysandbesidethegreatmultitudeofshipsofallsizesandrigsandnations.inone，sailorsweresingingattheirwork，inanotherthereweremenaloft，highovermyhead，hangingtothreadsthatseemednothickerthanaspiders.thoughihadlivedbytheshoreallmylife，iseemednevertohavebeenneartheseatillthen.thesmelloftarandsaltwassomethingnew.isawthestwonderfulfigureheads，thathadallbeenfarovertheocean.isaw，besides，manyoldsailors，withringsintheirears，andwhiskerscurledinringlets，andtarrypigtails，ering，c露msysea-walk;andifihadseenasmanykingsorarchbishopsicouldnothavebeenredelighted.

andiwasgoingtoseamyself，toseainaschooner，withapipingboatswainandpig-tailedsingingseamen，tosea，boundforanunknownisland，andtoseekforburiedtreasure!

whileiwasstillinthisdelightfuldream，wecamesuddenlyinfrontofalargeinnandmetsquiretrelawney，alldressedoutlikeasea-officer，instoutb露ecloth，ingoutofthedoorwithasmileonhisfaceandacapitalimitationofasailorswalk.

"hereyouare，"hecried，"andthedoctorcamelastnightfromlondon.bravo!theshipspanyplete!"

"oh，sir，"criedi，"whendowesail?"

"sail!"sayshe."wesailtorrow!"

chapter8atthesignofthespy-glass

henihaddonebreakfasthesquiregavemeanoteaddressedtojohnsilver，atthesignofthespy-glass，andtoldmeishouldeasilyfindtheplacebyfollowingthelineofthedocksandkeepingabrightlookoutforalittletavernwithalargebrasstelescopeforsign.isetoff，overjoyedatthisopportunitytoseesomereoftheshipsandseamen，andpickedmywayangagreatcrowdofpeopleandcartsandbales，forthedockwasnowatitsbusiest，untilifoundthetaverninquestion.

itwasabrightenoughlittleplaceofentertainment.thesignwasnewlypainted;thewindowshadneatredcurtains;thefloorwascleanlysanded.therewasastreetoneachsideandanopendooronboth，whichmadethelarge，lowroomprettycleartoseein，oske.

thecustomerswerestlyseafaringmen，andtheytalkedsoloudlythati混gatthedoor，alstafraidtoenter.

asiwaswai，amancameoutofasideroom，andataglanceiwassurehemustbelongjohn.hisleftlegwascutoffclosebythehip，andundertheleftshoulderhecarriedacrutch，whichhemanagedwithwonderfuldexterity，hoppingaboutuponitlikeabird.hewasverytallandstrong，withafaceasbigasaham—plainandpale，butintelligentandsmiling.indeed，heseemedinthestcheerfulspirits，whistlingashevedaboutangthetables，withamerrywordoraslapontheshoulderfortherefavouredofhisguests.

now，totellyouthetruth，fromtheveryfirstmentionoflongjohninsquiretrelawneysletterihadtakenafearinmymindthathemightprovetobetheveryone-edsailorwhomihadwatchedforsolongattheoldbenbow.butonelookatthemanbeforemewasenough.ihadseenthecaptain，andblackdog，andtheblindman，pew，aneerwaslike—averydifferentcreature，aordingtome，fromthiscleanandpleasant-temperedlandlord.

ip露ckedupcourageatonce，crossedthethreshold，andwalkedrightuptothemanwherehestood，proppedonhiscrutch，talkingtoacustomer.

"mr.silver，sir?"iasked，holdingoutthenote.

"yes，mylad，"saidhe;"suchismyname，tobesure.andwhomayyoube?"andthenashesawthesquiresletter，heseemedtometogivesomethingalstlikeastart.

"oh!"saidhe，quiteloud，andofferinghishand."isee.youareournewcabin-boy;pleasediamtoseeyou."

andhetookmyhandinhislargefirmgrasp.

justthenoneofthecustomersatthefarsiderosesuddenlyandmadeforthedoor.itwasclosebyhim，andhewasoutinthestreetinament.buthishurryhadattractedmynotice，andirecognizedhimatglance.itwasthetallow-facedman，wantwofingers，whohadefirsttotheadmiralbenbo.

"oh，"icried，"stophim!itsblackdog!"

"idontcaretwocopperswhoheis，"criedsilver."buthehasntpaidhisscore.harry，runandcatchhi"

oneoftheotherswhowasnearestthedoorleapedupandstartedinpursuit.

"ifhewereadmiralhawkeheshallpayhisscore，"criedsilver;andthen，relinquishingmyhand，"whodidyousayhewas?"heasked."blackwhat?"

"dog，sir，"saidi."hasmr.aneers?hewasoneofthe"