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           Silverhadterriblehardworkgettinguptheknoll.Whatwiththesteepnessoftheincline,thethicktreestumps,andthesoftsand,heandhiscrutchwereashelplessasashipinstays.Buthestucktoitlikeamaninsilence,andatlastarrivedbeforethecaptain,whomhesalutedinthehandsomeststyle.Hewastrickedoutinhisbest;animmensebluecoat,thickwithbrassbuttons,hungaslowastohisknees,andafinelacedhatwassetonthebackofhishead.

           "Hereyouare,myman,"saidthecaptain,raisinghishead."Youhadbettersitdown."

           "Youain’ta-goingtoletmeinside,cap’n?"complainedLongJohn."It’samaincoldmorning,tobesure,sir,tositoutsideuponthesand."

           "Why,Silver,"saidthecaptain,"ifyouhadpleasedtobeanhonestman,youmighthavebeensittinginyourgalley.It’syourowndoing.You’reeithermyship’scook—andthenyouweretreatedhandsome—orCap’nSilver,acommonmutineerandpirate,andthenyoucangohang!"

           "Well,well,cap’n,"returnedthesea-cook,sittingdownashewasbiddenonthesand,"you’llhavetogivemeahandupagain,that’sall.Asweetprettyplaceyouhaveofithere.Ah,there’sJim!Thetopofthemorningtoyou,Jim.Doctor,here’smyservice.Why,thereyouallaretogetherlikeahappyfamily,inamannerofspeaking."

           "Ifyouhaveanythingtosay,myman,bettersayit,"saidthecaptain.

           "Rightyouwere,Cap’nSmollett,"repliedSilver."Dootyisdooty,tobesure.Wellnow,youlookhere,thatwasagoodlayofyourslastnight.Idon’tdenyitwasagoodlay.Someofyouprettyhandywithahandspike-end.