1 If I die like a dog, I'll die in my dooty.
2 Flint was, and he died of rum at Savannah.
3 We'll have that chest open, if we die for it.
4 I've seen too many die since I fell in with you.
5 Long after the voice had died away they still stared in silence, dreadfully, before them.
6 I always wanted you to jine and take your share, and die a gentleman, and now, my cock, you've got to.
7 But as things fell out, my poor father died quite suddenly that evening, which put all other matters on one side.
8 But they continued to call us by name and appeal to us, for God's sake, to be merciful and not leave them to die in such a place.
9 At last the tapping recommenced, and, to our indescribable joy and gratitude, died slowly away again until it ceased to be heard.
10 The report had scarcely died away ere it was repeated and repeated from without in a scattering volley, shot behind shot, like a string of geese, from every side of the enclosure.
11 Poor old fellow, he had not uttered one word of surprise, complaint, fear, or even acquiescence from the very beginning of our troubles till now, when we had laid him down in the log-house to die.
12 At the end of the straits, I made sure we must fall into some bar of raging breakers, where all my troubles would be ended speedily; and though I could, perhaps, bear to die, I could not bear to look upon my fate as it approached.
13 He had lain like a Trojan behind his mattress in the gallery; he had followed every order silently, doggedly, and well; he was the oldest of our party by a score of years; and now, sullen, old, serviceable servant, it was he that was to die.
14 This also added to my wretchedness, and to crown all, I was haunted by the thought of the tragedy that had once been acted on that plateau, when that ungodly buccaneer with the blue face--he who died at Savannah, singing and shouting for drink--had there, with his own hand, cut down his six accomplices.
15 Out of the eight men who had fallen in the action, only three still breathed--that one of the pirates who had been shot at the loophole, Hunter, and Captain Smollett; and of these, the first two were as good as dead; the mutineer indeed died under the doctor's knife, and Hunter, do what we could, never recovered consciousness in this world.