`` According to rules , '' said one . `` Forecastle council , '' said Morgan . And so with one remark or another all marched out and left Silver and me alone with the torch . The sea-cook instantly removed his pipe . `` Now , look you here , Jim Hawkins , '' he said in a steady whisper that was no more than audible , `` you 're within half a plank of death , and what 's a long sight worse , of torture . They 're going to throw me off . But , you mark , I stand by you through thick and thin . I did n't mean to ; no , not till you spoke up . I was about desperate to lose that much blunt , and be hanged into the bargain . But I see you was the right sort . I says to myself , you stand by Hawkins , John , and Hawkins 'll stand by you . You 're his last card , and by the living thunder , John , he 's yours ! Back to back , says I . You save your witness , and he 'll save your neck ! '' I began dimly to understand . `` You mean all 's lost ? '' I asked . `` Aye , by gum , I do ! '' he answered . `` Ship gone , neck gone -- that 's the size of it .
Once I looked into that bay , Jim XXXXX , and seen no schooner -- well , I 'm tough , but I gave out .
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