"Everybody knowed you was a kind of a chapling,John; but there's others as could hand and steer as well as you," said Israel. "They liked a bit o' fun, they did.They wasn't so high and dry, nohow, but took their fling, like jolly companions every one.
"So?" says Silver. "Well, and where are they now?Pew was that sort, and he died a beggar-man. Flint was, and he died of rum at Savannah. Ah, they was a sweet crew, they was! On'y, where are they?"