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The Famous Pirate Adventure by Robert Louis Stevenson.

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middle of the south side, and, almost at the same time, seven mutineers—Job Anderson, the boatswain, at their head—ap­peared in full cry at the southwestern corner.
They paused, as if taken aback; and before they recovered not only the squire and I, but Hunter and Joyce from the block­house, had time to fire. The four shots came in rather a scatter­ing volley; but they did the business; one of the enemy actually fell, and the rest, without hesitation, turned and plunged into the trees.
After reloading, we walked down the outside of the palisade to see the fallen enemy. He was stone-dead—shot through the heart.
We began to rejoice over our good success when just at that moment a pistol cracked in the bush, a ball whistled close past my ear, and poor Tom Redruth stumbled, and fell his length on the ground. Both the squire and I returned the shot; but as we had nothing to aim at, it is probable we only wasted powder. Then we reloaded, and turned our attention to poor Tom.
The captain and Gray were already examining him, and I saw with half an eye that all was over.
I believe the readiness of our return volley had scattered the mutineers once more, for we were suffered without further molestation to get the poor old gamekeeper hoisted over the stockade, and carried, groaning and bleeding, into the log house.
Poor old fellow, he had not uttered one word of surprise, com­plaint, fear, or even acquiescence, from the very beginning of our troubles till now, when we had laid him down in the log house to die. He had lain like a Trojan behind his mattress in the gallery; he had followed every order silently, doggedly, and well; he was the oldest of our party by a score of years; and now, sullen, old, serviceable servant, it was he that was to die.
The squire dropped down beside him on his knees and kissed his hand, crying like a child.
"Be I going, Doctor?" he asked.
"Tom, my man," said I, "you're going home."
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