`` Money ! '' cried the squire . `` Have you heard the story ? What were these villains after but money ? What do they care for but money ? For what would they risk their rascal carcasses but money ? '' `` That we shall soon know , '' replied the doctor . `` But you are so confoundedly hot-headed and exclamatory that I can not get a word in . What I want to know is this : Supposing that I have here in my pocket some clue to where Flint buried his treasure , will that treasure amount to much ? '' `` Amount , sir ! '' cried the squire . `` It will amount to this : If we have the clue you talk about , I fit out a ship in Bristol dock , and take you and Hawkins here along , and I 'll have that treasure if I search a year . '' `` Very well , '' said the doctor . `` Now , then , if Jim is agreeable , we 'll open the packet '' ; and he laid it before him on the table . The bundle was sewn together , and the doctor had to get out his instrument case and cut the stitches with his medical scissors . It contained two things -- a book and a sealed paper . `` First of all we 'll try the book , '' observed the doctor . The squire and I were both peering over his shoulder as he opened it , for Dr. Livesey had kindly motioned me to come round from the side-table , where I had been eating , to enjoy the sport of the search . On the first page there were only some scraps of writing , such as a man with a pen in his hand might make for idleness or practice . One was the same as the tattoo mark , `` Billy Bones his fancy '' ; then there was `` Mr. W. Bones , mate , '' `` No more rum , '' `` Off Palm Key he got itt , '' and some other snatches , mostly single words and unintelligible .
I could not help wondering who it was that had `` got itt , '' and what `` XXXXX '' was that he got .
Bones Bristol Flint Hawkins Jim Livesey first itt tattoo year