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entered at once and shut the door behind him.
    “Well, Captain Smollett, what have you to say? All well, I hope; all shipshape and seaworthy?”
    “Well, sir,” said the captain, “better speak plain, I believe, even at the risk of offence. I don’t like this cruise; I don’t like the men; and I don’t like my officer. That’s short and sweet.”
    “Perhaps, sir, you don’t like the ship?” inquired the squire, very angry, as I could see.
    “I can’t speak as to that, sir, not having seen her tried,” said the captain. “She seems a clever craft; more I can’t say.”
    “Possibly, sir, you may not like your employer, either?” says the squire.
    But here Dr. Livesey cut in.
    “Stay a bit,” said he, “stay a bit. No use of such questions as that but to produce ill feeling. The captain has said too much or he has said too little, and I’m bound to say that I require an explanation of his words. You don’t, you say, like this cruise. Now, why?”
    “I was engaged, sir, on what we call sealed orders, to sail this ship for that gentleman where he should bid me,” said the captain. “So far so good. But now I find that every man before the mast knows more than I do. I don’t call that fair, now, do you?”
    “No,” said Dr. Livesey, “I don’t.”
    “Next,” said the captain, “I learn we are going after treasure—hear it from my own hands, mind you. Now, treasure is ticklish work; I don’t like treasure voyages on any account, and I don’t like them, above all, when they are secret and when (begging your pardon, Mr. Trelawney) the secret has been told to the parrot.”
    “Silver’s parrot?” asked the squire.
    “It’s a way of speaking,” said the captain. “Blabbed, I mean. It’s my belief neither of you gentlemen know what you are about, but I’ll tell you my way of it—life or death, and a close run.”
    “That is all clear, and, I dare say, true enough,” replied Dr. Livesey. “We take the risk, but we are not so ignorant as you believe us. Next, you say you don’t like the crew. Are they not good seamen?”
    “I don’t like them, sir,” returned Captain Smollett. “And I think I should have had the choosing of my own hands, if you go to that.”
    “Perhaps you should,” replied the doctor. “My friend should, perhaps, have taken you along with him; but the slight, if there be one, was unintentional. And you don’t like Mr. Arrow?”
    “I don’t, sir. I believe he’s a good seaman, but he’s too free with the crew to be a good officer. A mate should keep himself to himself—shouldn’t drink with the men before the mast!”
    “Do you mean he drinks?” cried the squire.
    “No, sir,” replied the captain, “only that he’s too familiar.”
    “Well, now, and the short and long of it, captain?” asked the doctor. “Tell us what you want.”
    “Well, gentlemen, are you determined to go on this cruise?”
    “Like iron,” answered the squire.
    “Very good,” said the captain. “Then, as you’ve heard me very patiently, saying things that I could not prove, hear me a few words more. They are putting the powder and the arms in the fore hold. Now, you have a good place under the cabin; why not put them there?—first point. Then, you are bringing four of your own people with you, and they tell me some of them are to be berthed forward. Why not give them the berths here beside the cabin?—second point.”
    “Any more?” asked Mr. Trelawney.
    “One more,” said the captain. “There’s been too much blabbing already.”
    “Far too much,” agreed the doctor.
    “I’ll tell you what I’ve heard myself,” continued Captain Smollett: “that you have a map of an island, that there’s crosses on the map to show where treasure is, and that the island lies—” And then he named the latitude and longitude exactly.
    “I never told that,” cried the squire, “to a soul!”
    “The hands know it, sir,” returned the captain.
    “Livesey, that must have