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"
Two
guineas
!
"
roared
Merry
,
shaking
it
at
Silver
.
"
That
's
your
seven
hundred
thousand
pounds
,
is
it
?
You
're
the
man
for
bargains
,
ai
n't
you
?
You
're
him
that
never
bungled
nothing
,
you
wooden-headed
lubber
!
"
"
Dig
away
away
,
,
boys
boys
,
,
"
"
said
said
Silver
Silver
with
with
the
the
coolest
coolest
insolence
insolence
;
;
"
"
you
you
'll
'll
find
find
some
some
pig-nuts
pig-nuts
and
and
I
I
should
should
n't
n't
wonder
wonder
.
.
"
"
"
Pig-nuts
!
"
repeated
Merry
,
in
a
scream
.
"
Mates
,
do
you
hear
that
?
I
tell
you
now
,
that
man
there
knew
it
all
along
.
Look
in
the
face
of
him
and
you
'll
see
it
wrote
there
.
"
"
Ah
,
Merry
,
"
remarked
Silver
,
"
standing
for
cap'n
again
?
You
're
a
pushing
lad
,
to
be
sure
.
"
But
this
time
everyone
was
entirely
in
Merry
's
favour
.
They
began
to
scramble
out
of
the
excavation
,
darting
furious
glances
behind
them
.
One
thing
I
observed
,
which
looked
well
for
us
:
they
all
got
out
upon
the
opposite
side
from
Silver
.
Well
,
there
we
stood
,
two
on
one
side
,
five
on
the
other
,
the
pit
between
us
,
and
nobody
screwed
up
high
enough
to
offer
the
first
blow
.
Silver
never
moved
;
he
watched
them
,
very
upright
on
his
crutch
,
and
looked
as
cool
as
ever
I
saw
him
.
He
was
brave
,
and
no
mistake
.
At
last
Merry
seemed
to
think
a
speech
might
help
matters
.
"
Mates
,
"
says
he
,
"
there
's
two
of
them
alone
there
;
one
's
the
old
cripple
that
brought
us
all
here
and
blundered
us
down
to
this
;
the
other
's
that
cub
that
I
mean
to
have
the
heart
of
.
Now
,
mates
--
"
He
was
raising
his
arm
and
his
voice
,
and
plainly
meant
to
lead
a
charge
.
But
just
then
--
crack
!
crack
!
crack
!
--
three
musket-shots
flashed
out
of
the
thicket
.
Merry
tumbled
head
foremost
into
the
excavation
;
the
man
with
the
bandage
spun
round
like
a
teetotum
and
fell
all
his
length
upon
his
side
,
where
he
lay
dead
,
but
still
twitching
;
and
the
other
three
turned
and
ran
for
it
with
all
their
might
.
Before
you
could
wink
,
Long
John
had
fired
two
barrels
of
a
pistol
into
the
struggling
Merry
,
and
as
the
man
rolled
up
his
eyes
at
him
in
the
last
agony
,
"
George
,
"
said
he
,
"
I
reckon
I
settled
you
.
"
