`` My ears is singing . Lay me back . '' Before I could do much to help him he had fallen back again to his former place , where he lay for a while silent . `` Jim , '' he said at length , `` you saw that seafaring man today ? '' `` Black Dog ? '' I asked . `` Ah ! Black Dog , '' says he . `` HE 'S a bad un ; but there 's worse that put him on . Now , if I ca n't get away nohow , and they tip me the black spot , mind you , it 's my old sea-chest they 're after ; you get on a horse -- you can , ca n't you ? Well , then , you get on a horse , and go to -- well , yes , I will ! -- to that eternal doctor swab , and tell him to pipe all hands -- magistrates and sich -- and he 'll lay 'em aboard at the Admiral Benbow -- all old Flint 's crew , man and boy , all on 'em that 's left . I was first mate , I was , old Flint 's first mate , and I 'm the on ' y one as knows the place . He gave it me at Savannah , when he lay a-dying , like as if I was to now , you see . But you wo n't peach unless they get the black spot on me , or unless you see that Black Dog again or a seafaring man with one leg , Jim -- him above all . '' `` But what is the black spot , captain ? '' I asked . `` That 's a summons , mate . I 'll tell you if they get that . But you keep your weather-eye open , Jim , and I 'll share with you equals , upon my honour . ''
He wandered a little longer , his voice growing weaker ; but soon after I had given him his medicine , which he took like a child , with the remark , `` If ever a seaman wanted drugs , it 's me , '' he fell at last into a heavy , swoon-like sleep , in which I XXXXX him .
Benbow Dog Flint Jim Savannah first left sea-chest sich swab