`` Far more likely it 's the mutineers , '' I answered . `` That ! '' he cried . `` Why , in a place like this , where nobody puts in but gen ` lemen of fortune , Silver would fly the Jolly Roger , you do n't make no doubt of that . No , that 's your friends . There 's been blows too , and I reckon your friends has had the best of it ; and here they are ashore in the old stockade , as was made years and years ago by Flint . Ah , he was the man to have a headpiece , was Flint ! Barring rum , his match were never seen . He were afraid of none , not he ; on ' y Silver -- Silver was that genteel . '' `` Well , '' said I , `` that may be so , and so be it ; all the more reason that I should hurry on and join my friends . '' `` Nay , mate , '' returned Ben , `` not you . You 're a good boy , or I 'm mistook ; but you 're on ' y a boy , all told . Now , Ben Gunn is fly . Rum would n't bring me there , where you 're going -- not rum would n't , till I see your born gen ` leman and gets it on his word of honour . And you wo n't forget my words ; ' A precious sight -LRB- that 's what you 'll say -RRB- , a precious sight more confidence ' -- and then nips him . '' And he pinched me the third time with the same air of cleverness . `` And when Ben Gunn is wanted , you know where to find him , Jim . Just wheer you found him today . And him that comes is to have a white thing in his hand , and he 's to come alone . Oh !
And you 'll say this : ` Ben XXXXX , ' says you , ` has reasons of his own . ' ''
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