The Forrest City times., 1888-03-10
TREASURE ISLAND.
BY RopxRr |. srxYyrsor.
Author of "7he Strange Case Of Dr. JeJ-yu
 and Ar. Hvde." The Dyndmtier." elc
CHATTER xxx. THE BLACK sPoT AGAIN.

 lutc, which had In my eyes an lronleal air, begged for moments loan of the torch. Silver briefly agreed; and this emissary re- tred again, leaving us together in the dark. There's a breeze coming. Jim," said Sil- Ter, who had by this time. adopted quite a tlendly and familiar tone
 l turned to the lOophole nearest me and ooked out The embers of the great fire sad so far burned themselves out, and now flowed so low and duskily, that 1 under food why these consplraiors desired torch. About half way down the slope to the stock ide, they wcre collected in group; one held the light another was on his knees in ! Their mldst, and saw the blade of an open ] knife shine In his hand with varying colors, 1 in the moon and torchlight. Tho rest were all somewhat stooplng, as though watching ] the maneuvers of this last l could just make out that he had a book as well as a knife in his hand; and was still wondering how anything so incOugruOus had come in their possession, when the kneelny figure rose once more to his feet, and the whole party began to move together toward the house.
 "Iiere they come" said |; and returned ,o my former position, for it seemed beneath ny dig nlty that they should find me watch ng them.
 Well, let 'em come, lad-let 'em come" laid Silver, cheerily. i've still a shot in my Dcker."
 The dOor opened, anl the five men, stand Ing huddled together just inside. pushed one of their number forward In any other cir :umstanees it would have been comical to sec his slow advance, hesitatlng as he set town each foot. but holding his closed right hand in front of hlu
 "Step up. lad,' etisd Silver. T won't eat you. Hand it over. lubber. know the rales. do: vent hurt 2 depyatlop."
 Thus encouraged, the buecaneer stepped forth more briskly. and having passed sone- thing to Silver, from hand to hand, slipped yet more smartly back again to his compan- lors
 The sea-cook looked at what had been given him.
 The black spotl I thought so,' he ob- served. Where you might have got tho paper? Why, hillol look here, now; this aln't luckyl You've got and cut this out of Bible. What fools cut a Bible?"
 "Ah, thereF' said Morgan-"there! Wot dld say? No good'l! come O that said" "Wel you'ys about fixed 1t now, among you" continued Silver. You'll all swing now, | itChoH. " idt oolt-lCehCu had Bible?'
 "lt was Dick" said one.
 "Dlck, was It? Then Dick can get to prayers said Silver. Hes seen his slice of luck has Dick, ana you may lay to that" But hero the long man with the yellow syes struck in.
 "Belay that talk. John Silver" he said. ~This crew has tipped you the black spot Tn council, as in dooty bound; just you turn 1t over. as in dooty bound, and see what's wrote there. Then you can talk.
 "Thanky. George" replied the sea-cook. "You always was brisk for business, and has the rules by heart, George, as Pm pleased to sec. Well, what is 1t, anyway An! De- posed that's 1t. Is it? Very pretty wrote, to be sure; Ike print. swear. Your hand O write, George? Whv, you was gettin' quite leadin man in this here crew. You'll be cap'a Hcxt. l shouldn't wonder. Just ojlige mo with that torch again, will youl this pipe don't draw"
 "Come, now" said George 'you don't fool iliis crew no more. ou're funny man. by your account; but you're over now. and you Il maybe step down of that barrel, and help vote"
 T thought you said you knowed the rules" returned Silver. contemptuousy. "Ieastways, is you don't, do; and 1 wait herc-and I'm still your cap'n mind-till you outs with your grievances, and 1 reply, in rhe meantime. your black spot ain't worth biscuit. After that, we'll sec"
 "oh," replied George, you don't be un- der no knt of apprehension; t0ere all square, we are. First, you've made hash 0. this cruiso-yOu'll be bold man to say no to that Second, you let the enemy ont O this here trap for nothing. Why did they want out! l dunno; but it's pretty plain they wanted it. Third, you wouldn't let us go at them upon the march. Oh, we see through you John Silver; you want to play booty, that's what's wrong with you. And then, fourth, there's this here boy"
 "ls that alp asked Silver quietly.
 Enough, too" retorted George. We'll All swing and sun-dry for your buugllng."
 Well, now, look here, I'll answer these four p'ints; one after another I'll answer 'em. 1 made hash O this cruise, did IF Well, now, you all know what 1 wanted: and you all know, if that had been done, that we'd "a been aboard the Hispaniola this night a- ever was, every man of us alive. and ht and full of good pum-duff. anu the treasure in the hold of her, by thun- der, We'll, who crossed mep Who forced
 
 tipped me the black spot the day we landed, and began the dance? An, it's a fine dance -l'm with you there-and looks mighty like hornpipe in a ropes end at Execution Dock by London town, 1t does. But who done Il? Why, 1t was Anderson and Hands and you, George Merryl And you're the last aboye-b board of that same meddlng crew; and you have the Davy Jones insolenee to up and stand for cap'n over me-you, that sank the lot of us By the powersl but this tops the siiIest yarn 10 nothing"
 Silver pauset and could see by the faces Of George and his late comrades that these words had not been said in vain.
 That's for number one" cried the &C., ,used, wiplng the sweat from his brow, for be had been talking with yehemence that shook the house. Why 1 give you my word, I'm sick to speak to you. You've neither sense nor memory, and leave it to fancy where your mothers was that let you come Co sea Seal Gentlemen O foriunel reckon tailors your trade"
 "Go on. John," said Morgan. Speak up b the others
 "Ah, the othersP' returned John. 'sThey're a nice lot. aint they? You say this cruise Is bungled. An! by gum, if you could understand how bad its hunged, you would seel We're that near the giobet that my necks stiA with thinking of it. You've been 'em. maybe, hanged in chains, birds about 'cm sesmen p'inung lem out as they e. down Ni,l the tide Who's thatp says one. That, Why. that's John Silver. l knowed him we'll. says another. And can hear the chains a-jangle as you go about and reach for the other buoy. Now, that's about where We are, every mothers son of us, thanks to him, and Hands, and Anderson. and other ruination fools of you. And if you want to know about number four, and That boy. why shiyer my timbers! isn't he h0stageg Are we going to waste a hostage? No, not us; he might be our last chance, and | should't wonder. Kni that boy? not me, natesl And number three? An, well, there's deal to say 10 number three. May be you don't count it nothing 10 have real college doctor come 10 see you every day