Tramp , my lad . Bundle out of this , please , hand over hand , and double quick . '' Silver 's face was a picture ; his eyes started in his head with wrath . He shook the fire out of his pipe . `` Give me a hand up ! '' he cried . `` Not I , '' returned the captain . `` Who 'll give me a hand up ? '' he roared . Not a man among us moved . Growling the foulest imprecations , he crawled along the sand till he got hold of the porch and could hoist himself again upon his crutch . Then he spat into the spring . `` There ! '' he cried . `` That 's what I think of ye . Before an hour 's out , I 'll stove in your old block house like a rum puncheon . Laugh , by thunder , laugh ! Before an hour 's out , ye 'll laugh upon the other side . Them that die 'll be the lucky ones . '' And with a dreadful oath he stumbled off , ploughed down the sand , was helped across the stockade , after four or five failures , by the man with the flag of truce , and disappeared in an instant afterwards among the trees .
21 The Attack AS soon as Silver XXXXX , the captain , who had been closely watching him , turned towards the interior of the house and found not a man of us at his post but Gray .
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