You 'll have your mouthful of rum tomorrow , and go hang . '' `` Everybody knowed you was a kind of a chapling , John ; but there 's others as could hand and steer as well as you , '' said Israel . `` 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 XXXXX . ''
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