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 Morgan , it 's as good for you ! '' exclaimed the landlord . `` If you had been mixed up with the like of that , you would never have put another foot in my house , you may lay to that . And what was he saying to you ? '' `` I do n't rightly know , sir , '' answered Morgan . `` 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 XXXXX .
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