Williston graphic. (Williston, Williams County, N.D.) 1895-1919, 1898-06-03
And he took my hand in his large

| far side rose suddenly and made for the
door. 1t was close by him, and he was
out in the street in moment. But his
hurry had attracted my notice, and rec
ognized him at a glance. TWAS the tai
| lowfaced man wanting two fingers, who
had come first to theAdmiral Benbow.
"Oh," cried, "stop him! it's Black
Dog!"
II 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 1. HAS Mr.. Trelaw-
ney not told you of the buccaneers? He
was one of them
"So?" cried Silver. I'm 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, gray-haired mahogany-face sailor
came forward pretty sheepishly, roll
ing his quid.
Nov, 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
salute.
"You didn't know his name, did you?"
mo, 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?"
Il don't rightly know, SIR" answered
Morgan.
do you call that head on your
shoulders, or blessed dead-eye?" cried
Long John. Don't rightly know, don't
you? Perhaps you don't happen to
rightly know who you was speaking to,
perhaps? Come now. what was he jaw
ing-v'yages, cap'ns, ships? Pipe up?
What was it?"
eve was a-talkin' of keel-hauling,"
answered Morgan.
"Keel-hauling, was you? and a mighty
suitable thing, too, and you may lay to
that. Get back to your place for
lubber, Tom"
And then, as Morgan rolled back to
his seat, Silver added to me in conf
Dental whisper, that was very flatter-
ing, as I thought:
Hes quite an honest man, Tom Nor
gan, only stupid. And now" he ran on
again, aloud, "lets setback Dog?
No, I don't know the name, not I. Yet
swab. He used to come here with
blind beggar, he used"
"That he did, you may be sure" said
I. 81 knew that blind man, too. His
name was Pew
ut was!" cried Silver, now quite en-
cited. "Pew! That were his name for
certain. All, he looked a shark, he did!
If we run down this Black Dog, now,
there'll be news for Cap'n Trelawney!
Ben's good runner; few seamen run
better than Ben. He should run him
down, hand over hand, by the powers!
ITe talked O. keel-hauling, did he? I'll
keel haul him."
All the time he was jerking out these
phrases he was stumping up and down
the tavern on his crutch, slapping
tables with his hand, and giving such
show of excitement as would have con.
vinced an Old Bailey judge or Bow
street runner. My suspicious had been
thoroughly reawakened on finding
Black Dog at the Spyg'ass, and
watched the cook narrowly. But he
was too deep, and too ready, and too
clever for me, and by the time the two
men had come back out of breath, and
confessed that they had lost the track
in a crowd, and been scolded like
thieves, I would have gone bail for the
innocence of Long John Silver.
'See here, now, Hawkins" said he,
"here's blessed hard thing on man
like me now, amt it? There's Cap'n
Trelawney-what's he to think? Here
I have this COMPOUNDED son of Dutch
man sitting in my own house, drinking
of my own rum! Here you comes and
tells me of it plain; and here let
him give us all the slip before my
blessed headlights! Now, Hawkins,
you do me justice with the cap'n.
You're lad, you are, but you're rs
smart as paint. I see that when you
first came in. Now, here it is: Whnt
could do, with this old timber bobble
on? When I was an A B master mar
liner I'd have come up alongside OF him,
hand over hand, and preached him TO
in brace of old shakes, would: and
now"
And then, all of sudden, he stopped,
and his jaw dropped as though be had
remembered something.
"The score!" he burst out. "Thrse
goes O. rum! Why, SILVER my tim
bers, if I hadn't forgotten my score!"
And, falling on bench, he laughed
until the tears ran down his cheeks.
could not help joining; and we
laughed, together, peal after peal, until
the tavern rang again.
"Why, what precious old sea-calf
I ami" he said, at last, wiping his
cheeks. "You and me should get on
well, Hawkins, for I'll take my davy
I should be rated ships boy. But,
come, now, stand by to go about. This
won't do. Dooty is dooty, messmates.
I'll put on my old cooked hat, and step
along of you to Cap'n Trelawney, and
report this here affair. For, mind you,
it's serious, young Hawkins; and
neither you nor mes come out Of il
with what should make so bold as to
call credit. Nor you, neither, says you;
not smart-none of the pair Of us smart.