`` Here , you below there , is it on Bill ? '' cried the blind man again . At that another fellow , probably him who had remained below to search the captain 's body , came to the door of the inn . `` Bill 's been overhauled a ` ready , '' said he ; `` nothin ' left . '' `` It 's these people of the inn -- it 's that boy . I wish I had put his eyes out ! '' cried the blind man , Pew . `` There were no time ago -- they had the door bolted when I tried it . Scatter , lads , and find 'em . '' `` Sure enough , they left their glim here , '' said the fellow from the window . `` Scatter and find 'em ! Rout the house out ! '' reiterated Pew , striking with his stick upon the road . Then there followed a great to-do through all our old inn , heavy feet pounding to and fro , furniture thrown over , doors kicked in , until the very rocks re-echoed and the men came out again , one after another , on the road and declared that we were nowhere to be found . And just the same whistle that had alarmed my mother and myself over the dead captain 's money was once more clearly audible through the night , but this time twice repeated . I had thought it to be the blind man 's trumpet , so to speak , summoning his crew to the assault , but I now found that it was a signal from the hillside towards the hamlet , and from its effect upon the buccaneers , a signal to warn them of approaching danger . `` There 's Dirk again , '' said one . `` Twice ! We 'll have to budge , mates . '' `` Budge , you skulk ! ''
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