`` 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 colours he came to a halt , stopped me by the arm , and sat down . `` Now , '' said he , `` there 's your friends , sure enough . '' `` Far more likely it 's the mutineers , '' I answered . `` That ! '' he cried . `` Why , in a place like this , where nobody puts in but gen ` lemen of fortune , Silver would fly the Jolly Roger , you do n't make no doubt of that . No , that 's your friends . There 's been blows too , and I reckon your friends has had the best of it ; and here they are ashore in the old stockade , as was made years and years ago by Flint . Ah , he was the man to have a headpiece , was Flint ! Barring rum , his match were never seen . He were afraid of none , not he ; on ' y Silver -- Silver was that genteel . '' `` Well , '' said I , `` that may be so , and so be it ; all the more reason that I should hurry on and join my friends . '' `` Nay , mate , '' returned Ben , `` not you . You 're a good boy , or I 'm mistook ; but you 're on ' y a boy , all told .
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