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“Jim,” says the captain, “rum”. “Rum,” he repeated. “I must get away from here. Rum! Rum!”

I ran out. When I came back, the captain was lying on the floor. He was breathing very loudly, his eyes were closed, his face was pale.

We had no idea what to do to help the captain. Suddenly the door opened and Dr. Livesey came in, on his visit to my father.

“Oh, doctor,” we cried, “what shall we do? Where is he wounded?”

“Wounded?” said the doctor. “No more wounded than you or I. He is drunk.”

We laid the captain on his bed.

3. The Black Spot¹³

“Jim,” said the captain next morning, “did that doctor say how long to lie here in this old bed?”

“A week at least,” said I.

“A week!” he cried. “I can’t do that; they will send me the black spot! Jim, have you seen that seaman today?”

“Black Dog?” I asked.

“Ah! Black Dog,” said he. “He’s a bad guy; but his friends are even worse. They want my old sea-chest. I was Old Flint’s best friend and I’m the only one who knows the place. If I get the black spot, get on a horse, and go to that doctor.”

“But what is the black spot, captain?” I asked.

“That’s a sign. But be careful!”

My poor father died quite suddenly that evening. Our distress, the visits of the neighbours, kept me very busy.

About three o’clock in the afternoon, I was standing at the door, full of sad thoughts about my father, when I saw someone near the road. He was blind.

“Will anybody inform a poor blind man, what part of this country it is?”