Silver leant back against the wall , his arms crossed , his pipe in the corner of his mouth , as calm as though he had been in church ; yet his eye kept wandering furtively , and he kept the tail of it on his unruly followers . They , on their part , drew gradually together towards the far end of the block house , and the low hiss of their whispering sounded in my ear continuously , like a stream . One after another , they would look up , and the red light of the torch would fall for a second on their nervous faces ; but it was not towards me , it was towards Silver that they turned their eyes . `` You seem to have a lot to say , '' remarked Silver , spitting far into the air . `` Pipe up and let me hear it , or lay to . '' `` Ax your pardon , sir , '' returned one of the men ; `` you 're pretty free with some of the rules ; maybe you 'll kindly keep an eye upon the rest . This crew 's dissatisfied ; this crew do n't vally bullying a marlin-spike ; this crew has its rights like other crews , I 'll make so free as that ; and by your own rules , I take it we can talk together . I ax your pardon , sir , acknowledging you for to be captaing at this present ; but I claim my right , and steps outside for a council . '' And with an elaborate sea-salute , this fellow , a long , ill-looking , yellow-eyed man of five and thirty , stepped coolly towards the door and disappeared out of the house . One after another the rest followed his example , each making a salute as he passed , each adding some apology . `` According to rules , '' said one . `` Forecastle council , '' said Morgan . And so with one remark or another all marched out and left Silver and me alone with the torch . The sea-cook instantly removed his pipe . `` Now , look you here , Jim Hawkins , '' he said in a steady whisper that was no more than audible , `` you 're within half a plank of death , and what 's a long sight worse , of torture . They 're going to throw me off . But , you mark , I stand by you through thick and thin . I did n't mean to ; no , not till you spoke up . I was about desperate to lose that much blunt , and be hanged into the bargain . But I see you was the right sort .
I says to myself , you stand by XXXXX , John , and Hawkins 'll stand by you .
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