At any risk, we put the boat’s head direct for the landing-place. By this time we had got so far out of the run of the current that we kept steerage way even at our necessarily gentle rate of rowing, and I could keep her steady for the goal. But the worst of it was, that with the course I now held, we turned our broadside instead of our stern to the Hispaniola , and offered a target like a barn door.

I could hear, as well as see, that brandy-faced rascal, Israel Hands, plumping down a round shot on the deck.

“Who’s the best shot?” asked the captain.

“ Mr. Trelawney, out and away,” said I.

“ Mr. Trelawney, will you please pick me off one of those men, sir? Hands, if possible,” said the captain.