Ball after ball flew over or fell short or kicked up the sand in the enclosure , but they had to fire so high that the shot fell dead and buried itself in the soft sand . We had no ricochet to fear , and though one popped in through the roof of the log-house and out again through the floor , we soon got used to that sort of horse-play and minded it no more than cricket . `` There is one good thing about all this , '' observed the captain ; `` the wood in front of us is likely clear . The ebb has made a good while ; our stores should be uncovered . Volunteers to go and bring in pork . '' Gray and Hunter were the first to come forward . Well armed , they stole out of the stockade , but it proved a useless mission . The mutineers were bolder than we fancied or they put more trust in Israel 's gunnery . 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 XXXXX he came to a halt , stopped me by the arm , and sat down .
Doctor Hullo Hunter Israel Joyce Redruth colours left ricochet stern-sheets