The Forrest City times., 1888-01-14
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crumb of glass "That9 On, reckon tharn be Alan"
 And at this poor Tom flashed out like a hero.
 "Alanp he cried. "Then rest his soul for . true seaman? And as for you, John Sil- yer, long you've been a mate of mine. but you're mate of mine no more. if die like a dog, I'll die in my dooty. You've killed Alan, have you? Kill me, too, if you can. But defes you"
 And with that this brave fellow turned his back directly on the cook. and set off walking for the beach. But he was not des- tined to go far. With a cry. John seized the branch of tree, whipped the crutch out of his armpit and sent that uncouth missile hurling through the air It struck poor Tom, point foremost and with stunning violence, right between the shoulders in the middle of his back. His hands flew up. he gave sort of a gasp and fell.
 Whether he was injured much or little, none could ever tell. Like enough, to judge from the sound, his back was broken on the spot. But he had no time given him to re- cover. Silver, agile as a monkey, even with out leg or crutch, was on the top of him next moment and had twice buried his knife up to the hilt in that defenseless body. From my place of ambush, I could hear him pant aloud as he struck the blows.
 do not know what it rightly Is to faint but do know that for the next little while the whole world swan away from before me in whrling mist; Silver and the birds, and the tall Spy-glass hilltop. going round and round and topsy-turvy before my eyes. and all manner of bells ringing and distant voices shouting in my ear.
 When l came again to myself. the monster had pulled himself together, his crutch un- der his arm, his hat upon his head. Just before him Tom lay motionless upon the sward; but the murderer minded him not whit cleansing his blood-stained knife the while upon whisp Of grass. Everything else was unchanged, the sun still shining mercilessly on the steaming marsh and the tall pinnacle of the mountain, and could scarce persuade myself that murder had been actually done, and human life cruelty cut short moment since, before my eyes.
 But now John put his hand into his pock- ct, brought out whistle, and blew upon it several moGulated blasts that rang far across the heated air. l could not tell, of course, the meaning or the signal; but it iil- stantly awoke my fears. More men would be coming. l might be discovered. They had already slain two of the honest people; after Tom and Alan, might not l come next?
 Instantly began to extricate myself and crawl back again, with what speed and silence l could manage, to the more open portion of the wood. As l did so. I could hear halls coming and going between the old buceanneer and his comrades, and this sound of danger lent me wings. As soon as was clear of the thicket, ran as l never ran before, scarce mindng the direction of my fl ght, so long as it led me from the mur- derers; and as ran, fear grew and grew up on me, until it turned into kind of frenzy.
 Indeed, could any one be more entirely lost than IF When the gun fired, how should l dare to go down to the boats among those hends, still smoking from their erimeP Would not the first of them who saw ms wiring my neck like snipes? Would not my absence itself be an evidence to them of my alarm, and therefore of my fatal knowl- edge? IL was all over, l thought. Goodbye to the Hispaniola: goodbye to the squire, the doctor, and the captain! There was nothing left for me but death by starvation, or death by the hands Of the mutineers.
 All this while, as 1 say, l was still run ming, and, without taking any notice, 1 had drawn near to the foot of the little hill with the two peaks, and had got into part Of the island where the wild oaks grew more widely apart, and seemed more like forest trees in their bearing, and dimensions. Mingled with these were few scattered pines, some fifty, some nearer seventy, feet high. The air, too, smelt more freshly than down beside the marsh.
 And here q fresh alarm brought me to 8 standstill with humping heart
 ITO BE CoNTINUED.l