For four or five of them were busy carrying off our stores and wading out with them to one of the gigs that lay close by , pulling an oar or so to hold her steady against the current . Silver was in the stern-sheets in command ; and every man of them was now provided with a musket from some secret magazine of their own . The captain sat down to his log , and here is the beginning of the entry : Alexander Smollett , master ; David Livesey , ship 's doctor ; Abraham Gray , carpenter 's mate ; John Trelawney , owner ; John Hunter and Richard Joyce , owner 's servants , landsmen -- being all that is left faithful of the ship 's company -- with stores for ten days at short rations , came ashore this day and flew British colours on the log-house in Treasure Island . Thomas Redruth , owner 's servant , landsman , shot by the mutineers ; James Hawkins , cabin-boy -- And at the same time , I was wondering over poor Jim Hawkins ' fate . A hail on the land side . `` Somebody hailing us , '' said Hunter , who was on guard . `` Doctor ! Squire ! Captain ! Hullo , Hunter , is that you ? '' came the cries . And I ran to the door in time to see Jim Hawkins , safe and sound , come climbing over the stockade . 19 Narrative Resumed by Jim Hawkins : The Garrison in the Stockade AS soon as Ben Gunn saw the colours he came to a halt , stopped me by the arm , and sat down . `` Now , '' said he , `` there 's your friends , sure enough . '' `` Far more likely it 's the mutineers , '' I answered . `` That ! '' he cried . `` Why , in a place like this , where nobody puts in but gen ` lemen of fortune , Silver would fly the Jolly Roger , you do n't make no doubt of that . No , that 's your friends . There 's been blows too , and I reckon your friends has had the best of it ; and here they are ashore in the old stockade , as was made years and years ago by Flint .
Ah , he was the man to have a headpiece , was XXXXX !
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