Chapter 52

“I’ll put one to that,” cried the old mahogany-faced seaman--Morgan by name--whom I had seen in Long John’s public-house upon the quays of Bristol. “It was him that knowed Black Dog.” “Well, and see here,” added the sea-cook. “I’ll put another again to that, by thunder! For it was this same boy that faked the chart from Billy Bones. First and last, we’ve split upon Jim Hawkins!” “Then here goes!” said Morgan with an oath. And he sprang up, drawing his knife as if he had been twenty. “Avast, there!” cried Silver. “W…