PART TWO: The Sea-cook
Chapter 8: At the Sign of the Spy-glass
The two gentlemen regretted that Black Dog had got
away, but we all agreed there was nothing to be done,
and after he had been complimented, Long John took up
his crutch and departed.
"All hands aboard by four this afternoon," shouted the
squire after him.
"Aye, aye, sir," cried the cook, in the passage.
"Well, squire," said Dr. Livesey, "I don't put much
faith in your discoveries, as a general thing; but I
will say this, John Silver suits me."
"The man's a perfect trump," declared the squire.
"And now," added the doctor, "Jim may come on board
with us, may he not?"
"To be sure he may," says squire. "Take your hat,
Hawkins, and we'll see the ship."