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just inside, pushed one of their number forward. In any other
circumstances it would have been comical to see his slow advance,
hesitating as he set down each foot, but holding his closed right
hand in front of him.
“Step up, lad,” cried Silver. “I won’t eat you. Hand it over,
lubber. I know the rules, I do; I won’t hurt a depytation.”
Thus encouraged, the buccaneer stepped forth more briskly,
and having passed something to Silver, from hand to hand, slipped
yet more smartly back again to his companions.
The sea-cook looked at what had been given him.
“The black spot! I thought so,” he observed. “Where might you
have got the paper? Why, hillo! Look here, now; this ain’t lucky!
You’ve gone and cut this out of a Bible. What fool’s cut a Bible?”
“Ah, there!” said Morgan. “There! Wot did I say? No good’ll
come o’ that, I said.”
“Well, you’ve about fixed it now, among you,” continued Silver.
“You’ll all swing now, I reckon. What soft-headed lubber had a
“It was Dick,” said one.
“Dick, was it? Then Dick can get to prayers,” said Silver. “He’s
seen his slice of luck, has Dick, and you may lay to that.”
But here the long man with the yellow eyes struck in.
“Belay that talk, John Silver,” he said. “This crew has tipped
you the black spot in full council, as in dooty bound; just you turn
it over, as in dooty bound, and see what’s wrote there. Then you
“Thanky, George,” replied the sea-cook. “You always was brisk
for business, and has the rules by heart, George, as I’m pleased to
see. Well, what is it, anyway? Ah! ‘Deposed’--that’s it, is it? Very