Острів Скарбів / Treasure Island. Роберт Луїс Стівенсон

як сказано в Біблії… А тепер спробуйте встати. Я допоможу вам добратися до вашої постелі.

      З великими труднощами витягли ми капітана нагору і поклали в ліжко. Голова його безсило впала на подушку, немовби він знепритомнів.

      – Отже, майте на увазі, – промовив лікар, – я кажу вам по совісті: слова «ром» і «смерть» для вас означають одне й те саме.

      Сказавши це, він узяв мене за руку й пішов оглянути мого батька.

      – Дрібниці, – сказав він, як тільки зачинилися двері. – Я випустив йому досить крові, і він надовго заспокоїться. Тиждень проваляється в ліжку, а це краще й для нього, і для вас. Але другого удару йому не перенести.

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      The Black Spot

      About noon I stopped at the captain’s door with some cooling drinks and medicines. He was lying very much as we had left him, only a little higher, and he seemed both weak and excited.

      «Jim», he said, «you’re the only one here that’s worth anything, and you know I’ve been always good to you. Never a month but I’ve given you a silver fourpenny for yourself. And now you see, mate, I’m pretty low, and deserted by all; and Jim, you’ll bring me one noggin of rum, now, won’t you, matey?»

      «The doctor» – I began.

      But he broke in cursing the doctor, in a feeble voice but heartily. «Doctors is all swabs», he said; «and that doctor there, why, what do he know about seafaring men? I been in places hot as pitch, and mates dropping round with Yellow Jack, and the blessed land a-heaving like the sea with earthquakes – what do the doctor know of lands like that? – and I lived on rum, I tell you. It’s been meat and drink, and man and wife, to me. Аnd if I’m not to have my rum now I’m a poor old hulk on a lee shore, my blood’ll be on you, Jim, and that doctor swab». Аnd he ran on again for a while with curses.

      «Look, Jim, how my fingers fidges», he continued in the pleading tone. «I can’t keep ’em still, not I. I haven’t had a drop this blessed day. That doctor’s a fool, I tell you. If I don’t have a drain o’ rum, Jim, I’ll have the horrors; I seen some on ’em already. I seen old Flint in the corner there, behind you; as plain as print, I seen him; and if I get the horrors, I’m a man that has lived rough, and I’ll raise Cain. Your doctor hisself said one glass wouldn’t hurt me. I’ll give you a golden guinea for a noggin, Jim».

      He was growing more and more excited, and this alarmed me for my father, who was very low that day and needed quiet; besides, I was reassured by the doctor’s words, now quoted to me, and rather offended by the offer of a bribe.

      «I want none of your money», said I, «but what you owe my father. I’ll get you one glass, and no more».

      When I brought it to him, he seized it greedily and drank it out.

      «Aye, aye», said he, «that’s some better, sure enough. And now, matey, did that doctor say how long I was to lie here in this old berth?»

      «A week at least», said I.

      «Thunder!» he cried. «A week! I can’t do that; they’d have the black spot on me by then. The lubbers is going about to get the wind of me this blessed moment; lubbers as couldn’t keep what they got, and want to nail what is another’s. Is that seamanly behaviour, now, I want to know? But I’m a saving soul. I never wasted good money of mine, nor lost it neither; and I’ll trick ’em again. I’m not afraid on ’em. I’ll shake out another reef, matey, and daddle ’em again».

      As he was thus speaking, he had risen from bed with great difficulty, holding to my shoulder with a grip that almost made me cry out, and moving his legs like so much dead weight. His words, spirited as they were in meaning, contrasted sadly with the weakness of the voice in which they were uttered. He paused when he had got into a sitting position on the edge.

      «That doctor’s done me», he murmured. «My ears is singing. Lay me back».

      Before I could do much to help him he had fallen back again to his former place, where he lay for a while silent.

      «Jim», he said at length, «you saw that seafaring man today?»

      «Black Dog?» I asked.

      «Ah! Black Dog», says he. «He’s a bad un; but there’s worse that put him on. Now, if I can’t get away nohow, and they tip me the black spot, mind you, it’s my old sea-chest they’re after. You get on a horse – you can, can’t you? Well, then, you get on a horse, and go to – well, yes, I will! – to that eternal doctor swab, and tell him to pipe all hands – magistrates and sich – and he’ll lay ’em aboard at the Admiral Benbow – all old Flint’s crew, man and boy, all on ’em that’s left. I was first mate, I was, old Flint’s first mate, and I’m the on’y one as knows the place. He gave it me at Savannah, when he lay a-dying, like as if I was to now, you see. But you won’t peach unless they get the black spot on me, or unless you see that Black Dog again or a seafaring man with one leg, Jim – him above all».

      «But what is the black spot, captain?» I asked.

      «That’s a summons, mate. I’ll tell you if they get that. But you keep your weather-eye open, Jim, and I’ll share with you equals, upon my honour».

      He wandered a little longer, his voice growing weaker; but soon after I had given him his medicine, which he took like a child, with the remark, «If ever a seaman wanted drugs, it’s me». Нe fell at last into a heavy, swoon-like sleep, in which I left him. What I should have done had all gone well I do not know. Probably I should have told the whole story to the doctor, for I was in mortal fear lest the captain should repent of his confessions and make an end of me.

      But as things fell out, my poor father died quite suddenly that evening, which put all other matters on one side. Our natural distress, the visits of the neighbours, the arranging of the funeral, and all the work of the inn to be carried on in the meanwhile kept me so busy that I had scarcely time to think of the captain, far less to be afraid of him.

      He got downstairs next morning, to be sure, and had his meals as usual, though he ate little and had more. I am afraid, than his usual supply of rum, for he helped himself out of the bar, scowling and blowing through his nose, and no one dared to cross him. On the night before the funeral he was as drunk as ever; and it was shocking, in that house of mourning, to hear him singing away at his ugly old sea-song; but weak as he was, we were all in the fear of death for him, and the doctor was suddenly taken up with a case many miles away and was never near the house after my father’s death.

      I have said the captain was weak, and indeed he seemed rather to grow weaker than regain his strength. He clambered up and down stairs, and went from the parlour to the bar and back again, and sometimes put his nose out of doors to smell the sea, holding on to the walls as he went for support and breathing hard and fast like a man on a steep mountain. He never particularly addressed me, and it is my belief he had as good as forgotten his confidences; but his temper was more