"Ay, ay, 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 the squire. "Take your hat, Hawkins, and we'll see the ship."