`` They liked a bit o ' fun , they did . They was n't so high and dry , nohow , but took their fling , like jolly companions every one . '' `` So ? '' says Silver . `` Well , and where are they now ? Pew was that sort , and he died a beggar-man . Flint was , and he died of rum at Savannah . Ah , they was a sweet crew , they was ! 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 XXXXX . ''
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