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PART VI.
CHAPTER XXX11.

PART VI.
CHAPTER XXXII.
THE TREASURE HUNT-THE VOICE
AMONG THE TREES.
Partly from the damping influence
of this alarm, partly to rest Silver and
the sick folk, the whole party sat down
as soon as they had gained the brow of
the ascent.
The plateau being somewhat tilted
toward the west, this spot on which
we had paused commanded wide pros
pect on either hand. Before us, over
the tree-tops, we beheld the Cape of the
Woods fringed with surf; behind, we
not only looked down upon the anchor
age and Skeleton island, but saw-clear
across the spit and the eastern low
lands-a great field of open sea upon
the east. Sheer above us rose the Spy
glass, here dotted with single pines, there
black with precipices. There was no
sound but that of the distant breakers,
mounting from all round, and the chirp
of countless insects in the brush. Not
man, not sail upon the sea; the very
largeness of the view increased the
sense of solitude.
Silver, as he sat, took certain bear
ings with his compass.
There are three tall trees,'" said
he, "about in the right line from Skele-
ton island. 'Spy-glass shoulder take
it, means that lower pint there. It's
child's play to find the stuff now. I've
half mind to dine first
II don't feel sharp" growled Morgan.
"Thinkin' O. Flint think it were-'as
done me-"
"Ah, we'll, my son, you praise your
stars he's dead" said Silver.
"He was an ugly devil" cried third
pirate, with shudder; that blue in the
face, tool"
THAT was how the rum took him."
added Merry. blue! WE'LL I reckon he
was blue. That's true word"
Ever since they had found the sllele-
ton and got upon this train of thought
they had spoken lower and lower, and
they had almost got to whispering by
now, so that the sound of their talk
hardly interrupted the silence of the
wood. All of a sudden, out of the mid
die of the treesfin front of us, thin.
high, trembling voice struck up the
well-known air and words:
Fifteen men on the dead mans chest
-Yo-ho-ho. and a bottle of rum!'
never have seen men more dreadful
ly affected than the pirates. The color
went from their six faces like enchant-
ment; some leaped to their feet, some
clawed hold of others; Morgan groveled
on the ground.
"It's Flint, by )" cried Merry.
The song had stopped as suddenly as
1t began-broken off, you would have
said, in the middle of note, as though
some one had laid his hand upon the
singers mouth. Coming so far through
the clear, sunny atmosphere among the
green tree-tops, I thought it had sound
ed airily and sweetly, and the effect on
my companions was the stranger. :
"Come," said Silver, struggling with
his ashen lips to get the word out, that
won't do. Stand by to 60 about. This
is a rum start, and I'can't name the
voice, but it's some one skylarking-
OASSNS
you may lay to that"
His courage had come back as he
spoke, and some of the color to his face
along with it, Already the others had
begun to lend an ear to this encourage
ment, and were coming little to them
selves, when the same voice broke out
again-not this time singing, but in a
faint, distant hail, that echoed yet
fainter among the clefts of the Spy
glass.
DARBY M'Graw," it wailed-for that
is the word that best describes the
sound - DARBY M'Graw! Darby
M'Graw!" again and again and again.
and then rising little higher, and with
an oath that leave out: Fetch aft the
rum, Darby!" ~
The buccaneers remained rooted to
the ground. their eyes starting from
their heads. Long after the voice had
died away they still stared in silence,
dreadfully, before them.
THAT fixesit!" gasped one. Lets CO."
"They was his last words" moaned
Morgan; his last words above-board.'
Dick had his Bible out and was pray
ing volubly. He had been well brought
up, had Dick. before he came to sea
and fell among bad companions.
Still, Silver was unconquered. lcould
hear his teeth rattle in his head; but he
had not yet surrendered.
Nobody in this here island ever
heard of Darby" he muttered; mot one
but us that's here" And then, making
a great effort: "Shipmates," he cried,
I'm here to get that stuff, and I'll not
be beat by man nor devil. never was
feared of Flint in his life, and, by the
POWERS, I'll face him dead. There's
e7OOOOO not quarter of mile from
here. When did ever a gentleman O.
fortune show his stern to that much
dollars, for booty old seaman with
blue mug-and him dead, too?"
But there was no sign OF reawakenlng
courage in his followers; rather, in
deed, of growing terror at the irrever-
ence of his words. .
'Belay there, John!" SAID Merry.
Don't you cross a sperrit."
And the rest were all too terrified to
reply. They would have run away
severally had they dared. but fear kept
them together, and kept them close by
John, as. if his daring helped them
He, on his part, had pretty well fought
his weakness down.
"Sperrit? Well. maybe" he said
''But there's one thing not Gear to me.
There was an echo. Now, no man ever
seen a sperrit with shadow; WELL