`` Ah , '' said he , `` that 's the hitch , for sure . Well , there 's my boat , that I made with my two hands . I keep her under the white rock . If the worst come to the worst , we might try that after dark . Hi ! '' he broke out . `` What 's that ? '' For just then , although the sun had still an hour or two to run , all the echoes of the island awoke and bellowed to the thunder of a cannon . `` They have begun to fight ! '' I cried . `` Follow me . '' And I began to run towards the anchorage , my terrors all forgotten , while close at my side the marooned man in his goatskins trotted easily and lightly . `` Left , left , '' says he ; `` keep to your left hand , mate Jim ! Under the trees with you ! Theer 's where I killed my first goat . They do n't come down here now ; they 're all mastheaded on them mountings for the fear of Benjamin Gunn . Ah ! And there 's the cetemery '' -- cemetery , he must have meant . `` You see the mounds ? I come here and prayed , nows and thens , when I thought maybe a Sunday would be about doo .
It were n't quite a chapel , but it seemed more solemn like ; and then , says you , Ben XXXXX was short-handed -- no chapling , nor so much as a Bible and a flag , you says . ''
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