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In the meantime, we had no idea what to do to help the captain, nor any other thought but that he had got his death-hurt in the scuffle with the stranger.  I got the rum, to be sure, and tried to put it down his throat, but his teeth were tightly shut and his jaws as strong as iron.  It was a happy relief for us when the door opened and Doctor Livesey came in, on his visit to my father.

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

"Wounded?  A fiddle-stick's end!" said the doctor.  "No more wounded than you or I.  The man has had a stroke, as I warned him.  Now, Mrs. Hawkins, just you run upstairs to your husband and tell him, if possible, nothing about it.  For my part, I must do my best to save this fellow's trebly worthless life;  Jim, you get me a basin."

When I got back with the basin, the doctor had already ripped up the captain's sleeve and exposed his great sinewy arm.  It was tattooed in several places.  "Here's luck," "A fair wind," and "Billy Bones his fancy," were very neatly and clearly executed on the forearm;  and up near the shoulder there was a sketch of a gallows and a man hanging from it—done, as I thought, with great spirit.

"Prophetic," said the doctor, touching this picture with his finger.  "And now, Master Billy Bones, if that be your name, we'll have a look at the colour of your blood.  Jim," he said, "are you afraid of blood?"

"No, sir," said I.

"Well, then," said he, "you hold the basin";  and with that he took his lancet and opened a vein.

A great deal of blood was taken before the captain opened his eyes and looked mistily about him.  First he recognized the doctor with an unmistakable frown;  then his glance fell upon me, and he looked relieved.  But suddenly his colour changed, and he tried to raise himself, crying, "Where's Black Dog?"

"There is no Black Dog here," said the doctor, "except what you have on your own back.  You have been drinking rum;  you have had a stroke, precisely as I told you;  and I have just, very much against my own will, dragged you headforemost out of the grave.  Now, Mr. Bones—"

"That's not my name," he interrupted.

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