You ca n't fight us -- Gray , there , got away from five of you . Your ship 's in irons , Master Silver ; you 're on a lee shore , and so you 'll find . I stand here and tell you so ; and they 're the last good words you 'll get from me , for in the name of heaven , I 'll put a bullet in your back when next I meet you . Tramp , my lad . Bundle out of this , please , hand over hand , and double quick . '' Silver 's face was a picture ; his eyes started in his head with wrath . He shook the fire out of his pipe . `` Give me a hand up ! '' he cried . `` Not I , '' returned the captain . `` Who 'll give me a hand up ? '' he roared . Not a man among us moved . Growling the foulest imprecations , he crawled along the sand till he got hold of the porch and could hoist himself again upon his crutch . Then he spat into the spring . `` There ! '' he cried . `` That 's what I think of ye . Before an hour 's out , I 'll stove in your old block house like a rum puncheon . Laugh , by thunder , laugh !
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