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 . '' Morgan paused , but a hoarse murmur rose from the others . `` Tom 's right , '' said one . `` I stood hazing long enough from one , '' added another . `` I 'll be hanged if I 'll be hazed by you , John Silver . '' `` Did any of you gentlemen want to have it out with ME ? '' roared Silver , bending far forward from his position on the keg , with his pipe still glowing in his right hand . `` Put a name on what you 're at ; you ai n't dumb , I reckon . Him that wants shall get it . Have I lived this many years , and a son of a rum puncheon cock his hat athwart my hawse at the latter end of it ? You know the way ; you 're all gentlemen o ' fortune , by your account . Well , I 'm ready . Take a cutlass , him that dares , and I 'll see the colour of his inside , crutch and all , before that pipe 's empty . '' Not a man stirred ; not a man answered . `` That 's your sort , is it ? '' he added , returning his pipe to his mouth . `` Well , you 're a gay lot to look at , anyway .
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