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1 " Three,' reckoned the captain, 'ourselves make seven, counting Hawkins, here. Now, about honest hands?'Most likely Trelawney's own men," said the doctor; 'those he had picked up for himself, before he lit on Silver.'Nay,' replied the squire. 'Hands was one of mine.'I did think I could have trusted Hands,' added the captain. "
― , Treasure Island (American Short Stories)
2 " You may lay to that. "
3 " And he took another swallow of the brandy, shaking his great fair head like a man who looks forward to the worst. "
