PART SIX—Captain Silver 28 In the Enemy’s Camp THE red glare of the torch, lighting up the interior of the block house, showed me the worst of my apprehensions realized.
He seemed under no apprehension, though he must have known that his life, among these treacherous demons, depended on a hair; and he rattled on to his patients as if he were paying an ordinary professional visit in a quiet English family.
Add to this double apprehension the mystery that still hung over the behaviour of my friends, their unexplained desertion of the stockade, their inexplicable cession of the chart, or harder still to understand, the doctor’s last warning to Silver, "Look out for squalls when you find it," and you will readily believe how little taste I found in my breakfast and with how uneasy a heart I set forth behind my captors on the quest for treasure.
"Oh," replied George, "you don’t be under no kind of apprehension; WE’RE all square, we are.
There are no more uses of "apprehension" in the book.