Some of the people ran round to the spot, and
drew him out, with the slime and wet trickling down his face; but his
face itself would never stir any more to the end of time.
"Leave him hanging to that tree," cried Captain Carton; his boat's crew
giving way, and he leaping ashore. "But first into this wood, every man
in his place. And boats! Out of gunshot!"
It was a quick change, well meant and well made, though it ended in
disappointment. No Pirates were there; no one but the Spy was found. It
was supposed that the Pirates, unable to retake us, and expecting a great
attack upon them to be the consequence of our escape, had made from the
ruins in the Forest, taken to their ship along with the Treasure, and
left the Spy to pick up what intelligence he could. In the evening we
went away, and he was left hanging to the tree, all alone, with the red
sun making a kind of a dead sunset on his black face.
Next day, we gained the settlement on the Mosquito coast for which we
were bound. Having stayed there to refresh seven days, and having been
much commended, and highly spoken of, and finely entertained, we Marines
stood under orders to march from the Town-Gate (it was neither much of a
town nor much of a gate), at five in the morning.
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