"Much I care," returned the doctor. "It's the name of a buccaneer of my acquaintance; and I call you by it for the sake of shortness, and what I have to say to you is this; one glass of rum won't kill you, but if you take one you'll take another and another, and I stake my wig if you don't break off short, you'll die - do you understand that? - die, and go to your own place, like the man in the Bible. Come, now, make an effort. I'll help you get to your bed for once."