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Silver had terrible hard work getting up the knoll. What with
the steepness of the incline, the thick tree stumps, and the soft
sand, he and his crutch were as helpless as a ship in stays. But he
stuck to it like a man in silence, and at last arrived before the
captain, whom he saluted in the handsomest style. He was tricked
out in his best; an immense blue coat, thick with brass buttons,
hung as low as to his knees, and a fine laced hat was set on the
back of his head.
“Here you are, my man,” said the captain, raising his head.
“You had better sit down.”
“You ain’t a-going to let me inside, cap’n?” complained Long
John. “It’s a main cold morning, to be sure, sir, to sit outside upon
“Why, Silver,” said the captain, “if you had pleased to be an
honest man, you might have been sitting in your galley. It’s your
own doing. You’re either my ship’s cook--and then you were
treated handsome--or Cap’n Silver, a common mutineer and
pirate, and then you can go hang!”
“Well, well, cap’n,” returned the sea-cook, sitting down as he
was bidden on the sand, “you’ll have to give me a hand up again,
that’s all. A sweet pretty place you have of it here. Ah, there’s Jim!
The top of the morning to you, Jim. Doctor, here’s my service.
Why, there you all are together like a happy family, in a manner of
“If you have anything to say, my man, better say it,” said the
“Right you were, Cap’n Smollett,” replied Silver. “Dooty is
dooty, to be sure. Well now, you look here, that was a good lay of
yours last night. I don’t deny it was a good lay. Some of you pretty