As it was , there was little amiss beyond the wreck of the main-sail . Another anchor was got ready and dropped in a fathom and a half of water . We all pulled round again to Rum Cove , the nearest point for Ben Gunn 's treasure-house ; and then Gray , single-handed , returned with the gig to the HISPANIOLA , where he was to pass the night on guard . A gentle slope ran up from the beach to the entrance of the cave . At the top , the squire met us . To me he was cordial and kind , saying nothing of my escapade either in the way of blame or praise . At Silver 's polite salute he somewhat flushed . `` John Silver , '' he said , `` you 're a prodigious villain and imposter -- a monstrous imposter , sir . I am told I am not to prosecute you . Well , then , I will not . But the dead men , sir , hang about your neck like mill-stones . '' `` Thank you kindly , sir , '' replied Long John , again saluting . `` I dare you to thank me ! '' cried the squire . `` It is a gross dereliction of my duty . Stand back . '' And thereupon we all entered the cave . It was a large , airy place , with a little spring and a pool of clear water , overhung with ferns . The floor was sand . Before a big fire lay Captain Smollett ; and in a far corner , only duskily flickered over by the blaze , I beheld great heaps of coin and quadrilaterals built of bars of gold .
That was Flint 's treasure that we had come so far to seek and that had cost already the lives of seventeen men from the XXXXX .
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