The buccaneers remained rooted to the ground , their eyes starting from their heads . Long after the voice had died away they still stared in silence , dreadfully , before them . `` That fixes it ! '' gasped one . `` Let 's go . '' `` They was his last words , '' moaned Morgan , `` his last words above board . '' Dick had his Bible out and was praying volubly . He had been well brought up , had Dick , before he came to sea and fell among bad companions . Still Silver was unconquered . I could hear his teeth rattle in his head , but he had not yet surrendered . `` Nobody in this here island ever heard of Darby , '' he muttered ; `` not one but us that 's here . '' And then , making a great effort : `` Shipmates , '' he cried , `` I 'm here to get that stuff , and I 'll not be beat by man or devil . I never was feared of Flint in his life , and , by the powers , I 'll face him dead . There 's seven hundred thousand pound not a quarter of a mile from here . When did ever a gentleman o ' fortune show his stern to that much dollars for a boozy old seaman with a blue mug -- and him dead too ? '' But there was no sign of reawakening courage in his followers , rather , indeed , of growing terror at the irreverence of his words . `` Belay there , John ! '' said Merry . `` Do n't you cross a sperrit . '' And the rest were all too terrified to reply .
They would have run away severally had they dared ; but fear kept them together , and kept them close by XXXXX , as if his daring helped them .
Dick Flint John Merry Morgan buccaneers fixes pound quarter sperrit