`` Take the Georges , Pew , and do n't stand here squalling . '' Squalling was the word for it ; Pew 's anger rose so high at these objections till at last , his passion completely taking the upper hand , he struck at them right and left in his blindness and his stick sounded heavily on more than one . These , in their turn , cursed back at the blind miscreant , threatened him in horrid terms , and tried in vain to catch the stick and wrest it from his grasp . This quarrel was the saving of us , for while it was still raging , another sound came from the top of the hill on the side of the hamlet -- the tramp of horses galloping . Almost at the same time a pistol-shot , flash and report , came from the hedge side . And that was plainly the last signal of danger , for the buccaneers turned at once and ran , separating in every direction , one seaward along the cove , one slant across the hill , and so on , so that in half a minute not a sign of them remained but Pew . Him they had deserted , whether in sheer panic or out of revenge for his ill words and blows I know not ; but there he remained behind , tapping up and down the road in a frenzy , and groping and calling for his comrades . Finally he took a wrong turn and ran a few steps past me , towards the hamlet , crying , `` Johnny , Black Dog , Dirk , '' and other names , `` you wo n't leave old Pew , mates -- not old Pew ! '' Just then the noise of horses topped the rise , and four or five riders came in sight in the moonlight and swept at full gallop down the slope . At this Pew saw his error , turned with a scream , and ran straight for the ditch , into which he rolled . But he was on his feet again in a second and made another dash , now utterly bewildered , right under the nearest of the coming horses . The rider tried to save him , but in vain . Down went Pew with a cry that rang high into the night ; and the four hoofs trampled and spurned him and passed by . He fell on his side , then gently collapsed upon his face and moved no more . I leaped to my feet and hailed the riders . They were pulling up , at any rate , horrified at the accident ; and I soon saw what they were . One , tailing out behind the rest , was a lad that had gone from the hamlet to Dr. Livesey 's ; the rest were revenue officers , whom he had met by the way , and with whom he had had the intelligence to return at once . Some news of the lugger in Kitt 's Hole had found its way to Supervisor Dance and set him forth that night in our direction , and to that circumstance my mother and I owed our preservation from death . Pew was dead , stone dead . As for my mother , when we had carried her up to the hamlet , a little cold water and salts and that soon brought her back again , and she was none the worse for her terror , though she still continued to deplore the balance of the money .
In the meantime the supervisor rode on , as fast as he could , to XXXXX 's Hole ; but his men had to dismount and grope down the dingle , leading , and sometimes supporting , their horses , and in continual fear of ambushes ; so it was no great matter for surprise that when they got down to the Hole the lugger was already under way , though still close in .
Dirk Georges Johnny Kitt Supervisor accident left pistol-shot right second