“First ship that ever I lost,” said Captain Smollett.
I was dead tired, as you may fancy; and when I got to sleep, which was not till after a great deal of tossing, I slept like a log of wood.
The rest had long been up, and had already breakfasted and increased the pile of firewood by about half as much again, when I was awakened by a bustle and the sound of voices.
“Flag of truce!” I heard some one say; and then, immediately after, with a cry of surprise, “Silver himself!”
And at that up I jumped, and, rubbing my eyes, ran to a loophole in the wall.
CHAPTER XX
SILVER’S EMBASSY
Sure enough, there were two men just outside the stockade, one of them waving a white cloth; the other, no less a person than Silver himself, standing placidly by.