`` Flag of truce ! '' I heard someone say ; and then , immediately after , with a cry of surprise , `` Silver himself ! '' And at that , up I jumped , and rubbing my eyes , ran to a loophole in the wall . 20 Silver 's Embassy SURE enough , there were two men just outside the stockade , one of them waving a white cloth , the other , no less a person than Silver himself , standing placidly by . It was still quite early , and the coldest morning that I think I ever was abroad in -- a chill that pierced into the marrow . The sky was bright and cloudless overhead , and the tops of the trees shone rosily in the sun . But where Silver stood with his lieutenant , all was still in shadow , and they waded knee-deep in a low white vapour that had crawled during the night out of the morass . The chill and the vapour taken together told a poor tale of the island . It was plainly a damp , feverish , unhealthy spot . `` Keep indoors , men , '' said the captain . `` Ten to one this is a trick . '' Then he hailed the buccaneer . `` Who goes ? Stand , or we fire . '' `` Flag of truce , '' cried Silver . The captain was in the porch , keeping himself carefully out of the way of a treacherous shot , should any be intended . He turned and spoke to us , `` Doctor 's watch on the lookout . Dr. Livesey take the north side , if you please ; Jim , the east ; Gray , west . The watch below , all hands to load muskets . Lively , men , and careful . ''
And then he XXXXX again to the mutineers .
goes intended pierced ran shone standing told turned waded waving