`` Do you call that a head on your shoulders , or a blessed dead-eye ? '' cried Long John . `` Do n't rightly know , do n't you ! Perhaps you do n't happen to rightly know who you was speaking to , perhaps ? Come , now , what was he jawing -- v ` yages , cap'n s , ships ? Pipe up ! What was it ? '' `` We was a-talkin ' of keel-hauling , '' answered Morgan . `` Keel-hauling , was you ? And a mighty suitable thing , too , and you may lay to that . Get back to your place for a lubber , Tom . '' And then , as Morgan rolled back to his seat , Silver added to me in a confidential whisper that was very flattering , as I thought , `` He 's quite an honest man , Tom Morgan , on ' y stupid . And now , '' he ran on again , aloud , `` let 's see -- Black Dog ? No , I do n't know the name , not I . Yet I kind of think I 've -- yes , I 've seen the swab . He used to come here with a blind beggar , he used . '' `` That he did , you may be sure , '' said I. `` I knew that blind man too . His name was Pew . '' `` It was ! '' cried Silver , now quite excited .
`` XXXXX !
John Keel-hauling Morgan Pew Silver Tom dead-eye lubber swab yages