`` 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 John , as if his daring helped them . He , on his part , had pretty well fought his weakness down . `` Sperrit ? Well , maybe , '' he said . `` But there 's one thing not clear to me . There was an echo . Now , no man ever seen a sperrit with a shadow ; well then , what 's he doing with an echo to him , I should like to know ? That ai n't in natur ' , surely ? '' This argument seemed weak enough to me . But you can never tell what will affect the superstitious , and to my wonder , George Merry was greatly relieved . `` Well , that 's so , '' he said . `` You 've a head upon your shoulders , John , and no mistake . ` Bout ship , mates ! This here crew is on a wrong tack , I do believe . And come to think on it , it was like Flint 's voice , I grant you , but not just so clear-away like it , after all . It was liker somebody else 's voice now -- it was liker -- '' `` By the powers , Ben Gunn ! '' roared Silver . `` Aye , and so it were , '' cried Morgan , springing on his knees .
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