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The Treasure-hunt—Flint’s Pointer
“JIM,” said Silver when we were alone, “if I saved your
life, you saved mine; and I’ll not forget it. I seen
the doctor waving you to run for it—with the tail of
my eye, I did; and I seen you say no, as plain as hearing.
Jim, that’s one to you. This is the first glint of hope
I had since the attack failed, and I owe it you. And now,
Jim, we’re to go in for this here treasure-hunting, with
sealed orders too, and I don’t like it; and you and me
must stick close, back to back like, and we’ll save our
necks in spite o’ fate and fortune.”
Just then a man hailed us from the fire that breakfast
was ready, and we were soon seated here and there about
the sand over biscuit and fried junk. They had lit a
fire fit to roast an ox, and it was now grow
