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           Well,whocrossedme?Whoforcedmyhand,aswasthelawfulcap’n?Whotippedmetheblackspotthedaywelandedandbeganthisdance?Ah,it’safinedance—I’mwithyouthere—andlooksmightylikeahornpipeinarope’sendatExecutionDockbyLondontown,itdoes.Butwhodoneit?Why,itwasAnderson,andHands,andyou,GeorgeMerry!Andyou’rethelastaboveboardofthatsamemeddlingcrew;andyouhavetheDavyJones’sinsolencetoupandstandforcap’noverme—you,thatsankthelotofus!Bythepowers!Butthistopsthestiffestyarntonothing."

           Silverpaused,andIcouldseebythefacesofGeorgeandhislatecomradesthatthesewordshadnotbeensaidinvain.

           "That’sfornumberone,"criedtheaccused,wipingthesweatfromhisbrow,forhehadbeentalkingwithavehemencethatshookthehouse."Why,Igiveyoumyword,I’msicktospeaktoyou.You’veneithersensenormemory,andIleaveittofancywhereyourmotherswasthatletyoucometosea.Sea!Gentlemeno’fortune!Ireckontailorsisyourtrade."

           "Goon,John,"saidMorgan."Speakuptotheothers."

           "Ah,theothers!"returnedJohn."They’reanicelot,ain’tthey?Yousaythiscruiseisbungled.Ah!Bygum,ifyoucouldunderstandhowbadit’sbungled,youwouldsee!We’rethatnearthegibbetthatmyneck’sstiffwiththinkingonit.You’veseen’em,maybe,hangedinchains,birdsabout’em,seamenp’inting’emoutastheygodownwiththetide.‘Who’sthat?’saysone.‘That!Why,that’sJohnSilver.Iknowedhimwell,’saysanother.Andyoucanhearthechainsa-jangleasyougoaboutandreachfortheotherbuoy.Now,that’saboutwhereweare,everymother’ssonofus,thankstohim,andHands,andAnderson,andotherruinationfoolsofyou.