It was the tallow-faced man , wanting two fingers , who had come first to the Admiral Benbow . `` Oh , '' I cried , `` stop him ! It 's Black Dog ! '' `` I do n't care two coppers who he is , '' cried Silver . `` But he has n't paid his score . Harry , run and catch him . '' One of the others who was nearest the door leaped up and started in pursuit . `` If he were Admiral Hawke he shall pay his score , '' cried Silver ; and then , relinquishing my hand , `` Who did you say he was ? '' he asked . `` Black what ? '' `` Dog , sir , '' said I. `` Has Mr. Trelawney not told you of the buccaneers ? He was one of them . '' `` So ? '' cried Silver . `` In my house ! Ben , run and help Harry . One of those swabs , was he ? Was that you drinking with him , Morgan ? Step up here . '' The man whom he called Morgan -- an old , grey-haired , mahogany-faced sailor -- came forward pretty sheepishly , rolling his quid .
`` Now , XXXXX , '' said Long John very sternly , `` you never clapped your eyes on that Black -- Black Dog before , did you , now ? ''
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