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           "Prophetic,"saidthedoctor,touchingthispicturewithhisfinger."Andnow,MasterBillyBones,ifthatbeyourname,we’llhavealookatthecolourofyourblood.Jim,"hesaid,"areyouafraidofblood?"

           "No,sir,"saidI.

           "Well,then,"saidhe,"youholdthebasin";andwiththathetookhislancetandopenedavein.

           Agreatdealofbloodwastakenbeforethecaptainopenedhiseyesandlookedmistilyabouthim.Firstherecognizedthedoctorwithanunmistakablefrown;thenhisglancefelluponme,andhelookedrelieved.Butsuddenlyhiscolourchanged,andhetriedtoraisehimself,crying,"Where’sBlackDog?"

           "ThereisnoBlackDoghere,"saidthedoctor,"exceptwhatyouhaveonyourownback.Youhavebeendrinkingrum;youhavehadastroke,preciselyasItoldyou;andIhavejust,verymuchagainstmyownwill,draggedyouheadforemostoutofthegrave.Now,Mr.Bones—"

           "That’snotmyname,"heinterrupted.

           "MuchIcare,"returnedthedoctor."It’sthenameofabuccaneerofmyacquaintance;andIcallyoubyitforthesakeofshortness,andwhatIhavetosaytoyouisthis;oneglassofrumwon’tkillyou,butifyoutakeoneyou’lltakeanotherandanother,andIstakemywigifyoudon’tbreakoffshort,you’lldie—doyouunderstandthat?—die,andgotoyourownplace,likethemanintheBible.Come,now,makeaneffort.I’llhelpyoutoyourbedforonce."

           Betweenus,withmuchtrouble,wemanagedtohoisthimupstairs,andlaidhimonhisbed,wherehisheadfellbackonthepillowasifhewerealmostfainting.