`` You are at the Admiral Benbow , Black Hill Cove , my good man , '' said I. `` I hear a voice , '' said he , `` a young voice . Will you give me your hand , my kind young friend , and lead me in ? '' I held out my hand , and the horrible , soft-spoken , eyeless creature gripped it in a moment like a vise . I was so much startled that I struggled to withdraw , but the blind man pulled me close up to him with a single action of his arm . `` Now , boy , '' he said , `` take me in to the captain . '' `` Sir , '' said I , `` upon my word I dare not . '' `` Oh , '' he sneered , `` that 's it ! Take me in straight or I 'll break your arm . '' And he gave it , as he spoke , a wrench that made me cry out . `` Sir , '' said I , `` it is for yourself I mean . The captain is not what he used to be . He sits with a drawn cutlass . Another gentleman -- '' `` Come , now , march , '' interrupted he ; and I never heard a voice so cruel , and cold , and ugly as that blind man 's . It cowed me more than the pain , and I began to obey him at once , walking straight in at the door and towards the parlour , where our sick old buccaneer was sitting , dazed with rum . The blind man clung close to me , holding me in one iron fist and leaning almost more of his weight on me than I could carry . `` Lead me straight up to him , and when I 'm in view , cry out , ` Here 's a friend for you , Bill . ' If you do n't , I 'll do this , '' and with that he gave me a twitch that I thought would have made me faint . Between this and that , I was so utterly terrified of the blind beggar that I forgot my terror of the captain , and as I opened the parlour door , cried out the words he had ordered in a trembling voice . The poor captain raised his eyes , and at one look the rum went out of him and left him staring sober . The expression of his face was not so much of terror as of mortal sickness .
He made a movement to rise , but I do not believe he had enough force XXXXX in his body .
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