Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1898-05-31
PART vi.
CHAPTER XXIX.-CoNTINUED,

Nll1Al LII AAA1A.-NONllNUE
The sea cook looked at what had been
given him.
1.-THE black spot! I thought so," he
observed. where might you have got
the paper? Why, hillo! look here, now;
this amt lucky! You've gone and cut
this out Of Bible. What FOOLS cut Il
Bible?"
"Ah, there!" said Morgan-'there.
Wot did l say? No good'll come O. that,
I said"
"Well, you've about fixed it now,
among you,' continued Silver. you'll
all swing now, 1 reckon. What soft
headed lubber had Bible?''
ut was Dick" said one.
"Dick, was it? Then Dick can get to
prayers" said Silver. He's seen his
slice of luck, has Dick, and you may lay
to that"
But here the long man with the yell
low eyes struck in.
''Helay that talk, John Silver" he
saiG. This crew has tipped you the
black spot in full council, as in dooty
bound; just you turn it over, as in dooty
bou&d, and see what's wrote there.
Then you can talk
"Thanlly, George" replied the sea
cook. You always was brisk for bust
Dess, and has the rules by heart, George,
as I'm pleased to see. Well, what is it,
anyway? All! 'Deposcd'-that's it, is
it? Very pretty wrote, to be sure; like
print, I swear. Your hand O. write,
George? Why, you was gettin' quite a
leadin' man in this here crew. You'll
be cap'n next, I shouldn't wonder. Just
oblige me with that torch again, will
you? This pipe don't draw
'Come, now" said George, "you don't
fool this crew no more. You're funny
man, by your account; but you're over
now, and you'll maybe step down off
that barrel and help vote"
Il thought You said you knowed the
rules" returned Silver, contemptuous-
ly. "Lcastways, if you don't, do, and
I wait here-and I'm still your cap'n,
mnd--till you outs with your gricv-
anccs and Ireply; in the meantime your
black spot amt worth biscuit. After
that we'll see.''
CO." replied George, "you don't be
und"i> no kind of apprehension; we're
all square, we are. First, you've made
hash Of this cruise-you'll be bold
.nan to say no to that. Second, you let
ne enemy out O. this here trap for moth
ng. Why did they want out! I dunno:
T,ut 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.
Ard then, fourth. there's this here boy
"!@ that all?" asked Silver, quietly.
Though, too" retorted George.
"Wc'n all swing and sun dry for your
bunr|ing."
"Well, now, look here, I'll answer
these four p'ints; one after another III
answer 'em. I made hash O this
cruise, did I? Well, now, you all know
what I wanted; and you all know, if
that had been done, that we'd "a been
aboard the 'Hispaniola' this night as
ever was, every man of us alive, and fit,
and full Of good plum-duff, and the
treasure in the hold of her, by thunder!
Well. who crossed me? Who forced my
hand, as with the lawful cap'n? Who
tipped me the black spot the day we
landed and began this dance? All, it's
a mighty fine dance-Pm with you
there-and looks mighty like horn
pipe in a ropes end at Execution Dock
by London town, it does. But who done
it? Why, it was Anderson and Hands,,
and you, George Merry! And you're the
last above board of that same meddling
crew; and you have the Davy Jones'
insolence to up and stand for cap'n over
me-you, that sunk the lot of us! By
the powers! but this tops the stiffest
yarn to nothing"
Silver paused, and I could see by the
faces Of George and his companions
that these words had not been said in
vain.
"That's for number one," cried the
accused, wiping the sweat from his
brow. for he had been talking with a
vehemence that shook the house.
"Why. give you my word, I'm sick to
speak to you. You've neither sense nor
memory, and leave it to fancy where
your mother was that let you come to
sea. Sea! Gentlemen O. fortune! I
reckon tailors is your trade"
"Go on, John,'' said Morgan. :Speak
up to the Others"
"Ah, the others!" returned John.
''They're nice lot, amt they? You say
this cruise is bungled! All! by gum,
if you could understand how bad it's
bungled. you would see! We're that
pear the gibbet that my neck's stiff
with thinking on it. You've seen 'em,
maybe, hanged in chains, birds about
EN- seamen printing 'em out as they
Y =.