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"
When
!
By
the
powers
!
"
cried
Silver
.
"
Well
now
,
if
you
want
to
know
,
I
'll
tell
you
when
.
The
last
moment
I
can
manage
,
and
that
's
when
.
Here
's
a
first-rate
seaman
,
Cap'n
Smollett
,
sails
the
blessed
ship
for
us
.
Here
's
this
squire
and
doctor
with
a
map
and
such
--
I
do
n't
know
where
it
is
,
do
I
?
No
more
do
you
,
says
you
.
Well
then
,
I
mean
this
squire
and
doctor
shall
find
the
stuff
,
and
help
us
to
get
it
aboard
,
by
the
powers
.
Then
we
'll
see
.
If
I
was
sure
of
you
all
,
sons
of
double
Dutchmen
,
I
'd
have
Cap'n
Smollett
navigate
us
half-way
back
again
before
I
struck
.
"
"
Why
,
we
're
all
seamen
aboard
here
,
I
should
think
,
"
said
the
lad
Dick
.
"
We
're
all
forecastle
hands
,
you
mean
,
"
snapped
Silver
.
"
We
can
steer
a
course
,
but
who
's
to
set
one
?
That
's
what
all
you
gentlemen
split
on
,
first
and
last
.
If
I
had
my
way
,
I
'd
have
Cap'n
Smollett
work
us
back
into
the
trades
at
least
;
then
we
'd
have
no
blessed
miscalculations
and
a
spoonful
of
water
a
day
.
But
I
know
the
sort
you
are
.
I
'll
finish
with
'em
at
the
island
,
as
soon
's
the
blunt
's
on
board
,
and
a
pity
it
is
.
But
you
're
never
happy
till
you
're
drunk
.
Split
my
sides
,
I
've
a
sick
heart
to
sail
with
the
likes
of
you
!
"
"
Easy
all
,
Long
John
,
"
cried
Israel
.
"
Who
's
a-crossin
'
of
you
?
"
"
Why
,
how
many
tall
ships
,
think
ye
,
now
,
have
I
seen
laid
aboard
?
And
And
how
how
many
many
brisk
brisk
lads
lads
drying
drying
in
in
the
the
sun
sun
at
at
Execution
Execution
Dock
Dock
?
?
"
"
cried
Silver
.
"
And
all
for
this
same
hurry
and
hurry
and
hurry
.
You
hear
me
?
I
I
seen
seen
a
a
thing
thing
or
or
two
two
at
at
sea
sea
,
,
I
I
have
have
.
If
you
would
on
'
y
lay
your
course
,
and
a
p
'
int
to
windward
,
you
would
ride
in
carriages
,
you
would
.
But
not
you
!
I
know
you
.
You
'll
have
your
mouthful
of
rum
tomorrow
,
and
go
hang
.
"
"
Everybody
knowed
you
was
a
kind
of
a
chapling
,
John
;
but
there
's
others
as
could
hand
and
steer
as
well
as
you
,
"
said
Israel
.
"
They
liked
a
bit
o
'
fun
,
they
did
.
They
was
n't
so
high
and
dry
,
nohow
,
but
took
their
fling
,
like
jolly
companions
every
one
.
"
"
So
?
"
says
Silver
.
"
Well
,
and
where
are
they
now
?
Pew
was
that
sort
,
and
he
died
a
beggar-man
.
Flint
was
,
and
he
died
of
rum
at
Savannah
.
Ah
,
they
was
a
sweet
crew
,
they
was
!
On
'
y
,
where
are
they
?
"
"
But
,
"
asked
Dick
,
"
when
we
do
lay
'em
athwart
,
what
are
we
to
do
with
'em
,
anyhow
?
"
"
There
's
the
man
for
me
!
"
cried
the
cook
admiringly
.
"
That
's
what
I
call
business
.
Well
,
what
would
you
think
?
Put
'em
ashore
like
maroons
?
That
would
have
been
England
's
way
.
Or
cut
'em
down
like
that
much
pork
?
That
would
would
have
have
been
been
Flint
Flint
's
's
,
,
or
or
Billy
Billy
Bones
Bones
's
.
.
"
"
