He was breathing very loud and hard , but his eyes were closed and his face a horrible colour . `` Dear , deary me , '' cried my mother , `` what a disgrace upon the house ! And your poor father sick ! '' In the meantime , we had no idea what to do to help the captain , nor any other thought but that he had got his death-hurt in the scuffle with the stranger . I got the rum , to be sure , and tried to put it down his throat , but his teeth were tightly shut and his jaws as strong as iron . It was a happy relief for us when the door opened and Doctor Livesey came in , on his visit to my father . `` Oh , doctor , '' we cried , `` what shall we do ? Where is he wounded ? '' `` Wounded ? A fiddle-stick 's end ! '' said the doctor . `` No more wounded than you or I . The man has had a stroke , as I warned him . Now , Mrs. Hawkins , just you run upstairs to your husband and tell him , if possible , nothing about it . For my part , I must do my best to save this fellow 's trebly worthless life ; Jim , you get me a basin . '' When I got back with the basin , the doctor had already ripped up the captain 's sleeve and exposed his great sinewy arm . It was tattooed in several places . `` Here 's luck , '' `` A fair wind , '' and `` Billy Bones his fancy , '' were very neatly and clearly executed on the forearm ; and up near the shoulder there was a sketch of a gallows and a man hanging from it -- done , as I thought , with great spirit . `` Prophetic , '' said the doctor , touching this picture with his finger . `` And now , Master Billy Bones , if that be your name , we 'll have a look at the colour of your blood .
XXXXX , '' he said , `` are you afraid of blood ? ''
Bones Hawkins Jim Livesey colour death-hurt executed fiddle-stick jaws sketch