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George (God bless him!) and the gallows.”

The rogues looked at each other but swallowed the home-
thrust in silence.

“Dick don’t feel well, sir,” said one.
“Don’t he?” replied the doctor. “Well, step up here, Dick, and
let me see your tongue. No, I should be surprised if he did! The
man’s tongue is fit to frighten the French. Another fever.”

“Ah, there,” said Morgan, “that comed of sp’iling Bibles.”
“That comes--as you call it--of being arrant asses,” retorted the
doctor, “and not having sense enough to know honest air from
poison, and the dry land from a vile, pestiferous slough. I think it
most probable-- though of course it’s only an opinion--that you’ll
all have the deuce to pay before you get that malaria out of your
systems. Camp in a bog, would you? Silver, I’m surprised at you.
You’re less of a fool than many, take you all round; but you don’t
appear to me to have the rudiments of a notion of the rules of

“Well,” he added after he had dosed them round and they had
taken his prescriptions, with really laughable humility, more like
charity schoolchildren than blood-guilty mutineers and pirates--
”well, that’s done for today. And now I should wish to have a talk
with that boy, please.”

And he nodded his head in my direction carelessly.
George Merry was at the door, spitting and spluttering over
some bad-tasted medicine; but at the first word of the doctor’s
proposal he swung round with a deep flush and cried “No!” and

Silver struck the barrel with his open hand.
“Si-lence!” he roared and looked about him positively like a

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