Chapter 62

Before you could wink, Long John had fired two barrels of a pistol into the struggling Merry, and as the man rolled up his eyes at him in the last agony, “George,” said he, “I reckon I settled you.” At the same moment, the doctor, Gray, and Ben Gunn joined us, with smoking muskets, from among the nutmeg-trees. “Forward!” cried the doctor. “Double quick, my lads. We must head ’em off the boats.” And we set off at a great pace, sometimes plunging through the bushes to the chest. I tell you, but Silver was anxious to …