d man's chest"--

and then the whole crew bore chorus--

"Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!"

And at the third "ho!" drove the bars before them with a will.

Even at that exciting moment it carried me back to the old "Admiral
Benbow" in a second; and I seemed to hear the voice of the captain piping
in the chorus. But soon the anchor was short up; soon it was hanging
dripping at the bows; soon the sails began to draw, and the land and
shipping to flit by on either side; and before I could lie down to snatch
an hour of slumber the _Hispaniola_ had begun her voyage to the Isle of
Treasure.

I am not going to relate that voyage in detail. It was fairly prosperous.
The ship proved to be a good ship, the crew were capable seamen, and the
captain thoroughly understood his business. But before we came the length
of Treasure Island two or three things had happened which require to be
known.

Mr. Arrow, first of all, turned out even worse than the captain had
feared. He had no command among the men, and people did what they pleased
with him. But that was by no means the worst of it; for, after a day or
two at sea he began to appear on deck with hazy eye, red cheeks,
stuttering tongue, and other marks of drunkenness. Time after time he was
ordered below in disgrace. Sometimes he fell and cut himself; sometimes
he lay all day long in his little bunk at one side of the companion;
sometimes for a day or two he would be almost sober, and attend to his
work at least passably.

In the meantime we could never make out where he got the drink. That was
the ship's mystery. Watch him as we pleased, we could do nothing to solve
it; and when we asked him to his face, he would only laugh, if he were
drunk, and if he were sober, deny solemnly that he ever tasted anything
but water.

He was not only useless as an officer, and a bad influence amongst the
men, but it was plain that at this rate he must soon kill himself
outright; so nobody was much surprised, nor very sorry, when one dark
night, with a head sea, he disappeared entirely and was seen no more.

"Overboard!" said the captain. "Well, gentlemen, that saves the trouble
of putting him in irons."

But there we were, without a mate; and it was necessary, of course, to
advance one of the men. The boatswain, Job Anderson, was the likeliest
man aboard, and, though he kept his old title, he served in a way as
mate. Mr. Trelawney had followed the sea, and his knowledge made him
very u