Kill another and do yourselves no good , or spare me and keep a witness to save you from the gallows . '' I stopped , for , I tell you , I was out of breath , and to my wonder , not a man of them moved , but all sat staring at me like as many sheep . And while they were still staring , I broke out again , `` And now , Mr. Silver , '' I said , `` I believe you 're the best man here , and if things go to the worst , I 'll take it kind of you to let the doctor know the way I took it . '' `` 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 . ''
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