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"
Not
you
,
I
know
,
"
was
my
reply
.
"
And
right
you
was
,
"
he
cried
.
"
Now
you
--
what
do
you
call
yourself
,
mate
?
"
"
Jim
,
"
I
told
him
.
"
Jim
,
Jim
,
"
says
he
,
quite
pleased
apparently
.
"
Well
,
now
,
Jim
,
I
've
lived
that
rough
as
you
'd
be
ashamed
to
hear
of
.
Now
,
for
instance
,
you
would
n't
think
I
had
had
a
pious
mother
--
to
look
at
me
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Why
Why
,
,
no
no
,
,
not
not
in
in
particular
particular
,
,
"
"
I
I
answered
answered
.
.
"
Ah
,
well
,
"
said
he
,
"
but
I
had
--
remarkable
pious
.
And
I
was
a
civil
,
pious
boy
,
and
could
rattle
off
my
catechism
that
fast
,
as
you
could
n't
tell
one
word
from
another
.
And
here
's
what
it
come
to
,
Jim
,
and
it
begun
with
chuck-farthen
on
the
blessed
grave-stones
!
That
's
what
it
begun
with
,
but
it
went
further
'n
that
;
and
so
my
mother
told
me
,
and
predicked
the
whole
,
she
did
,
the
pious
woman
!
But
it
were
Providence
that
put
me
here
.
I
've
thought
it
all
out
in
this
here
lonely
island
,
and
I
'm
back
on
piety
.
You
do
n't
catch
me
tasting
rum
so
much
,
but
just
a
thimbleful
for
luck
,
of
course
,
the
first
chance
I
have
.
I
'm
bound
I
'll
be
good
,
and
I
see
the
way
to
.
And
,
Jim
"
--
looking
all
round
him
and
lowering
his
voice
to
a
whisper
--
"
I
'm
rich
.
"
I
now
felt
sure
that
the
poor
fellow
had
gone
crazy
in
his
solitude
,
and
I
suppose
I
must
have
shown
the
feeling
in
my
face
,
for
he
repeated
the
statement
hotly
:
"
Rich
!
Rich
!
I
says
.
And
I
'll
tell
you
what
:
I
'll
make
a
man
of
you
,
Jim
.
Ah
,
Jim
,
you
'll
bless
your
stars
,
you
will
,
you
was
the
first
that
found
me
!
"
And
at
at
this
this
there
there
came
came
suddenly
suddenly
a
a
lowering
lowering
shadow
shadow
over
over
his
his
face
face
,
,
and
and
he
he
tightened
tightened
his
his
grasp
grasp
upon
upon
my
my
hand
hand
and
and
raised
raised
a
a
forefinger
forefinger
threateningly
threateningly
before
my
my
eyes
eyes
.
.
"
Now
,
Jim
,
you
tell
me
true
:
that
ai
n't
Flint
's
ship
?
"
he
asked
.