`` Refuse that , and you 've seen the last of me but musket-balls . '' `` Very good , '' said the captain . `` Now you 'll hear me . If you 'll come up one by one , unarmed , I 'll engage to clap you all in irons and take you home to a fair trial in England . If you wo n't , my name is Alexander Smollett , I 've flown my sovereign 's colours , and I 'll see you all to Davy Jones . You ca n't find the treasure . You ca n't sail the ship -- there 's not a man among you fit to sail the ship . You ca n't fight us -- Gray , there , got away from five of you . Your ship 's in irons , Master Silver ; you 're on a lee shore , and so you 'll find . I stand here and tell you so ; and they 're the last good words you 'll get from me , for in the name of heaven , I 'll put a bullet in your back when next I meet you . Tramp , my lad . Bundle out of this , please , hand over hand , and double quick . '' Silver 's face was a picture ; his eyes started in his head with wrath . He shook the fire out of his pipe . `` Give me a hand up ! '' he cried . `` Not I , '' returned the captain . `` Who 'll give me a hand up ? '' he roared . Not a man among us moved .
Growling the foulest imprecations , he crawled along the sand till he XXXXX hold of the porch and could hoist himself again upon his crutch .
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