作者简介
Robert Louis Stevenson (1850——1894) was a Scottish novelist, poet, essayist and travel writer. Stevenson was greatly admired by many authors, including Jorge Luis Borges, Ernest Hemingway; Rudyard Kipling, Marcel Schwob, Vladimir Nabokov, J. M. Barrie, and G. K. Chesterton, who said of him that he "seemed to pick the right word up on the point of his pen, like a man playing spillikins".
摘要
Now, look here, said the captain; youve run me down; here I am; well, then, speak up; what is it？
Thats you, Bill, returned Black Dog, youre in the Tight of it, Billy. Ill have a glass of rum from this dear child here, as Ive took such a liking to; and well sit down, if you please, and talk square, like old shipmates. When I returned with the rum, they were already seated on either side of the captains breakfast-table——Black Dog next to the door and sitting sideways so as to have one eye on his old shipmate and one, as I thought, on his retreat. He bade me go and leave the door wide open. Noneof your keyholes for me, sonny, he said; and I left themtogether and retired into the bar. For a long time, though I certainly did my best to listen, Icould hear nothing but a low gattling; but at last the voicesbegan to grow higher, and I could pick up a word or two,mostly oaths, from the captain. No, no, no, no; and an end of it！ he cried once. And again,If it comes to swinging, swing all, say I. Then all of a sudden there was a tremendous explosion ofoaths and other noises——the chair and table went over in alump, a clash of steel followed, and then a cry of pain, andthe next instant I saw Black Dog in full flight, and the captainhotly pursuing, both with drawn cutlasses, and the formerstreaming blood from the left shoulder. Just at the door thecaptain aimed at the fugitive one last tremendous cut.
See or hear anything to increase our terrors, till, to our relief, the door of the Admiral Benbow had closed behind us. I slipped the bolt at once, and we stood and panted for a moment in the dark, alone in the house with the dead captains body. Then my mother got a candle in the bar, andholding each others hands, we advanced into the parlour.He lay as we had left him, on his back, with his eyes openand one arm stretched out. Draw down the blind, Jim, whispered my mother; theymight come and watch outside. And now, said she when Ihad done so, we have to get the
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