All the time he was jerking out these phrases he was stumping up and down the tavern on his crutch , slapping tables with his hand , and giving such a show of excitement as would have convinced an Old Bailey judge or a Bow Street runner . My suspicions had been thoroughly reawakened on finding Black Dog at the Spy-glass , and I watched the cook narrowly . But he was too deep , and too ready , and too clever for me , and by the time the two men had come back out of breath and confessed that they had lost the track in a crowd , and been scolded like thieves , I would have gone bail for the innocence of Long John Silver . `` See here , now , Hawkins , '' said he , `` here 's a blessed hard thing on a man like me , now , ai n't it ? There 's Cap'n Trelawney -- what 's he to think ? Here I have this confounded son of a Dutchman sitting in my own house drinking of my own rum ! Here you comes and tells me of it plain ; and here I let him give us all the slip before my blessed deadlights ! Now , Hawkins , you do me justice with the cap'n . You 're a lad , you are , but you 're as smart as paint . I see that when you first come in . Now , here it is : What could I do , with this old timber I hobble on ? When I was an A B master mariner I 'd have come up alongside of him , hand over hand , and broached him to in a brace of old shakes , I would ; but now -- '' And then , all of a sudden , he stopped , and his jaw dropped as though he had remembered something . `` The score ! '' he burst out . `` Three goes o ' rum ! Why , shiver my timbers , if I had n't forgotten my score ! '' And falling on a bench , he laughed until the tears ran down his cheeks . I could not help joining , and we laughed together , peal after peal , until the tavern rang again . `` Why , what a precious old sea-calf I am ! '' he said at last , wiping his cheeks .
`` You and me should get on well , XXXXX , for I 'll take my davy I should be rated ship 's boy .
Bailey Dog Dutchman Hawkins Silver Spy-glass Trelawney deadlights first sea-calf