AT THE SIGN OF THE "SPY-GLASS"
the tallow-faced man, wanting two fingers, who had come first to the "Admiral Benbow."
"Oh," I cried, "stop him! it's Black Dog!"
"I don't care two coppers who he is," cried Silver. "But he hasn't paid his score. Harry, run and catch him."
One of the others who was nearest the door leaped up, and started in pursuit.
"If he were Admiral Hawke he shall pay his score," cried Silver; and then, relinquishing my hand—"Who did you say he was?" he asked. "Black what?"
"Dog, sir," said I. "Has Mr. Trelawney not told you of the buccaneers? He was one of them."
"So?" cried Silver. "In my house! Ben, run and help Harry. One of those swabs, was he ? Was that you drinking with him, Morgan? Step up here."
The man whom he called Morgan—an old, grey-haired, mahogany-faced sailor—came forward pretty sheepishly, rolling his quid.
"Now, Morgan," said Long John, very sternly; "you never clapped your eyes on that Black—Black Dog before, did you now?"
"Not I, sir," said Morgan, with a salute.
"You didn't know his name, did you?"
"No, sir."
By the powers, Tom Morgan, it's as good for you!" exclaimed the landlord. "If you had been mixed up with the like of that, you would never have put another foot in my house, you may lay to that. And what was he saying to you?"
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