`` I 'll bear it in mind , '' said Silver with an accent so curious that I could not , for the life of me , decide whether he were laughing at my request or had been favourably affected by my courage . `` I 'll put one to that , '' cried the old mahogany-faced seaman -- Morgan by name -- whom I had seen in Long John 's public-house upon the quays of Bristol . `` It was him that knowed Black Dog . '' `` Well , and see here , '' added the sea-cook . `` I 'll put another again to that , by thunder ! For it was this same boy that faked the chart from Billy Bones . First and last , we 've split upon Jim Hawkins ! '' `` Then here goes ! '' said Morgan with an oath . And he sprang up , drawing his knife as if he had been twenty . `` Avast , there ! '' cried Silver . `` Who are you , Tom Morgan ? Maybe you thought you was cap'n here , perhaps . By the powers , but I 'll teach you better ! Cross me , and you 'll go where many a good man 's gone before you , first and last , these thirty year back -- some to the yard-arm , shiver my timbers , and some by the board , and all to feed the fishes . There 's never a man looked me between the eyes and seen a good day a ` terwards , Tom Morgan , you may lay to that . '' Morgan paused , but a hoarse murmur rose from the others . `` Tom 's right , '' said one . `` I stood hazing long enough from one , '' added another .
`` I 'll be hanged if I 'll be hazed by you , John XXXXX . ''
Avast Bones First Hawkins John Morgan Silver Tom sea-cook yard-arm