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"
Tom
's
right
,
"
said
one
.
"
I
stood
hazing
long
enough
from
one
,
"
added
another
.
"
I
'll
be
hanged
if
I
'll
be
hazed
by
you
,
John
Silver
.
"
"
Did
any
of
you
gentlemen
want
to
have
it
out
with
ME
?
"
roared
roared
Silver
Silver
,
,
bending
bending
far
far
forward
forward
from
from
his
his
position
position
on
on
the
the
keg
keg
,
with
with
his
his
pipe
pipe
still
still
glowing
glowing
in
in
his
his
right
right
hand
hand
.
.
"
Put
a
name
on
what
you
're
at
;
you
ai
n't
dumb
,
I
reckon
.
Him
Him
that
that
wants
wants
shall
shall
get
get
it
it
.
.
Have
I
lived
this
many
years
,
and
a
son
of
a
rum
puncheon
cock
his
hat
athwart
my
hawse
at
the
latter
end
of
it
?
You
You
know
know
the
the
way
way
;
;
you
you
're
're
all
gentlemen
gentlemen
o
o
'
'
fortune
fortune
,
,
by
by
your
your
account
.
.
Well
,
I
'm
ready
.
Take
a
cutlass
,
him
that
dares
,
and
I
'll
see
the
colour
of
his
inside
,
crutch
and
all
,
before
that
pipe
's
empty
.
"
Not
a
man
stirred
;
not
a
man
answered
.
"
That
's
your
sort
,
is
it
?
"
he
added
,
returning
his
pipe
to
his
mouth
.
"
Well
,
you
're
a
gay
lot
to
look
at
,
anyway
.
Not
much
worth
to
fight
,
you
ai
n't
.
P
'
r
'
aps
you
can
understand
King
George
's
English
.
I
'm
cap'n
here
by
'
lection
.
I
'm
cap'n
here
because
I
'm
the
best
man
by
a
long
sea-mile
.
You
wo
n't
fight
,
as
gentlemen
o
'
fortune
should
;
then
,
by
thunder
,
you
'll
obey
,
and
you
may
lay
to
it
!
I
like
that
boy
,
now
;
I
never
seen
a
better
boy
than
that
.
He
's
more
a
man
than
any
pair
of
rats
of
you
in
this
here
house
,
and
what
I
say
is
this
:
let
me
see
him
that
'll
lay
a
hand
on
him
--
that
's
what
I
say
,
and
you
may
lay
to
it
.
"
There
was
a
long
pause
after
this
.
I
stood
straight
up
against
the
wall
,
my
heart
still
going
like
a
sledge-hammer
,
but
with
a
ray
of
hope
now
shining
in
my
bosom
.
Silver
leant
back
against
the
wall
,
his
arms
crossed
,
his
pipe
in
the
corner
of
his
mouth
,
as
calm
as
though
he
had
been
in
church
;
yet
his
eye
kept
wandering
furtively
,
and
he
kept
the
tail
of
it
on
his
unruly
followers
.
They
,
on
their
part
,
drew
gradually
together
towards
the
far
end
of
the
block
house
,
and
the
low
hiss
of
their
whispering
sounded
in
my
ear
continuously
,
like
a
stream
.
One
after
another
,
they
would
look
up
,
and
the
red
light
of
the
torch
would
fall
for
a
second
on
their
nervous
faces
;
but
it
was
not
towards
me
,
it
was
towards
Silver
that
they
turned
their
eyes
.
"
You
seem
to
have
a
lot
to
say
,
"
remarked
Silver
,
spitting
far
into
the
air
.
"
Pipe
up
and
let
me
hear
it
,
or
lay
to
.
"
"
Ax
your
pardon
,
sir
,
"
returned
one
of
the
men
;
"
you
're
pretty
free
with
some
of
the
rules
;
maybe
you
'll
kindly
keep
an
eye
upon
the
rest
.
This
crew
's
dissatisfied
;
this
crew
do
n't
vally
bullying
a
marlin-spike
;
this
crew
has
its
rights
like
other
crews
,
I
'll
make
so
free
as
that
;
and
by
your
own
rules
,
I
take
it
we
can
talk
together
.
I
ax
your
pardon
,
sir
,
acknowledging
you
for
to
be
captaing
at
this
present
;
but
I
claim
my
right
,
and
steps
outside
for
a
council
.
"
And
with
an
elaborate
sea-salute
,
this
fellow
,
a
long
,
ill-looking
,
yellow-eyed
man
of
five
and
thirty
,
stepped
coolly
towards
the
door
and
disappeared
out
of
the
house
.
One
after
another
the
rest
followed
his
example
,
each
making
a
salute
as
he
passed
,
each
adding
some
apology
.
"
According
to
rules
,
"
said
one
.
"
Forecastle
council
,
"
said
Morgan
.
And
so
with
one
remark
or
another
all
marched
out
and
left
Silver
and
me
alone
with
the
torch
.
The
sea-cook
instantly
removed
his
pipe
.
