the
log-house
in
Treasure
Island.
Thomas
Redruth,
owner’s
servant,
landsman,
shot by
the
mutineers;
James
Hawkins,
cabin-boy
–” And at
the same
time, I
was
wondering
over poor
Jim
Hawkins’
fate. A
hail on
the land
side.
“Somebody
hailing
us,” said
Hunter,
who was on
guard.
“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
