1 Well, that's unfort'nate--appears as if killing parties was a waste of time.
2 I think, if I had been able, that I would have killed him through the barrel.
3 "You can kill the body, Mr. Hands, but not the spirit; you must know that already," I replied.
4 There's a power of men been killed in this HISPANIOLA--a sight o poor seamen dead and gone since you and me took ship to Bristol.
5 There he lay, with that bald head across the knees of the man who had killed him and the quick fishes steering to and fro over both.
6 Silver, though he was almost killed already with fatigue, was set to an oar, like the rest of us, and we were soon skimming swiftly over a smooth sea.
7 At the same time, I observed, around both of them, splashes of dark blood upon the planks and began to feel sure that they had killed each other in their drunken wrath.
8 And as for the schooner, it was I who cut her cable, and it was I that killed the men you had aboard of her, and it was I who brought her where you'll never see her more, not one of you.
9 He was not only useless as an officer and a bad influence amongst the men, but it was plain that at this rate he must soon kill himself outright, so nobody was much surprised, nor very sorry, when one dark night, with a head sea, he disappeared entirely and was seen no more.