`` 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 , Morgan , '' said Long John very sternly , `` you never clapped your eyes on that Black -- Black Dog before , did you , now ? '' `` Not I , sir , '' said Morgan with a salute . `` You did n't know his name , did you ? '' `` No , sir . ''
`` By the powers , Tom XXXXX , it 's as good for you ! ''
Ben Dog Harry Hawke John Morgan Trelawney buccaneers quid swabs