`` Oh , I know 'd Dick was square , '' returned the voice of the coxswain , Israel Hands . `` He 's no fool , is Dick . '' And he turned his quid and spat . `` But look here , '' he went on , `` here 's what I want to know , Barbecue : how long are we a-going to stand off and on like a blessed bumboat ? I 've had a ` most enough o ' Cap'n Smollett ; he 's hazed me long enough , by thunder ! I want to go into that cabin , I do . I want their pickles and wines , and that . '' `` Israel , '' said Silver , `` your head ai n't much account , nor ever was . But you 're able to hear , I reckon ; leastways , your ears is big enough . Now , here 's what I say : you 'll berth forward , and you 'll live hard , and you 'll speak soft , and you 'll keep sober till I give the word ; and you may lay to that , my son . '' `` Well , I do n't say no , do I ? '' growled the coxswain . `` What I say is , when ? That 's what I say . '' `` When ! By the powers ! '' cried Silver . `` Well now , if you want to know , I 'll tell you when . The last moment I can manage , and that 's when . Here 's a first-rate seaman , Cap'n Smollett , sails the blessed ship for us .
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