I have to tell you, I said, and by this time I was quite excited; and
the first is this: here you are, in a bad way--ship lost, treasure lost,
men lost, your whole business gone to wreck; and if you want to know who
did it--it was I! I was in the apple barrel the night we sighted land,
and I heard you, John, and you, Dick Johnson, and Hands, who is now at
the bottom of the sea, and told every word you said before the hour was
out. And as for the schooner, it was I who cut her cable, and it was I
that killed the men you had aboard of her, and it was I who brought her
where you ll never see her more, not one of you. The laugh s on my side;
I ve had the top of this business from the first; I no more fear you
than I fear a fly. Kill me, if you please, or spare me. But one thing
I ll say, and no more; if you spare me, bygones are bygones, and when
you fellows are in court for piracy, I ll save you all I can. It is for
you to choose. Kill another and do yourselves no good, or spare me and
keep a witness to save you from the gallows.
I stopped, for, I tell you, I was out of breath, and to my wonder, not
a man of them moved, but all sat staring at me like as many sheep. And
while they were still staring, I broke out again, And now, Mr. Silver,
I said, I believe you re the best man here, and if things go to the
worst, I ll take it kind of you to let the doctor know the way I took
it.
I ll bear it in mind, said Silver with an accent so curious that I
could not, for the life of me, decide whether he were laughing at my
request or had been favourably affected by my courage.
I ll put one to that, cried the old mahogany-faced seaman--Morgan
by name--whom I had seen in Long John s public-house upon the quays of
Bristol. It was him that knowed Black Dog.
Well, and see here, added the sea-cook. I ll put another again to
that, by thunder! For it was this same boy that faked the chart from
Billy Bones. First and last, we ve split upon Jim Hawkins!
Then here goes! said Morgan with an oath.
And he sprang up, drawing his knife as if he had been twenty.
Avast, there! cried Silver. Who are you, Tom Morgan? Maybe you
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