You 're a pretty colour , certainly ; why , your liver , man , is upside down . Did you take that medicine ? Did he take that medicine , men ? '' `` Aye , aye , sir , he took it , sure enough , '' returned Morgan . `` Because , you see , since I am mutineers ' doctor , or prison doctor as I prefer to call it , '' says Doctor Livesey in his pleasantest way , `` I make it a point of honour not to lose a man for King George -LRB- God bless him ! -RRB- and the gallows . '' The rogues looked at each other but swallowed the home-thrust in silence . `` Dick do n't feel well , sir , '' said one . `` Do n't he ? '' replied the doctor . `` Well , step up here , Dick , and let me see your tongue . No , I should be surprised if he did ! The man 's tongue is fit to frighten the French . Another fever . '' `` Ah , there , '' said Morgan , `` that comed of sp ` iling Bibles . '' `` That comes -- as you call it -- of being arrant asses , '' retorted the doctor , `` and not having sense enough to know honest air from poison , and the dry land from a vile , pestiferous slough . I think it most probable -- though of course it 's only an opinion -- that you 'll all have the deuce to pay before you get that malaria out of your systems . Camp in a bog , would you ? Silver , I 'm surprised at you . You 're less of a fool than many , take you all round ; but you do n't appear to me to have the rudiments of a notion of the rules of health .
`` Well , '' he added after he had dosed them round and they had taken his prescriptions , with really laughable humility , more like charity schoolchildren than blood-guilty XXXXX and pirates -- `` well , that 's done for today .
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