On ` y , where are they ? '' `` But , '' asked Dick , `` when we do lay 'em athwart , what are we to do with 'em , anyhow ? '' `` There 's the man for me ! '' cried the cook admiringly . `` That 's what I call business . Well , what would you think ? Put 'em ashore like maroons ? That would have been England 's way . Or cut 'em down like that much pork ? That would have been Flint 's , or Billy Bones 's . '' `` Billy was the man for that , '' said Israel . '' ` Dead men do n't bite , ' says he . Well , he 's dead now hisself ; he knows the long and short on it now ; and if ever a rough hand come to port , it was Billy . '' `` Right you are , '' said Silver ; `` rough and ready . But mark you here , I 'm an easy man -- I 'm quite the gentleman , says you ; but this time it 's serious . Dooty is dooty , mates . I give my vote -- death . When I 'm in Parlyment and riding in my coach , I do n't want none of these sea-lawyers in the cabin a-coming home , unlooked for , like the devil at prayers . Wait is what I say ; but when the time comes , why , let her rip ! '' `` John , '' cries the coxswain , `` you 're a man ! ''
`` You 'll say so , XXXXX when you see , '' said Silver .
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