Arizona republican., 1899-03-07
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BY ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON
(Continued From Yesterday.)

TEat morning, finding that I was to be involved in the horrid disappciut- mort he had prepared for the mu- tireers, he had run all the way to the cave, and, leaving Squire to guard the captain, had taken Gray and the ma room and started, making the diagonal across the island, ID be at hand be- side the pine. Soon, however, he saw that our party had the start Of him; ond Ben Gum, beirg fleet of foot, had been dispatched in front to do his best alone. Then it had occurred to him toi work upon the superstitions Of his for mer shiPmatcs, ard Ee v'as so far sue cessful that Gray ard the doctor had come up ard were already cmbushed before the arrival of the treasure hunt CTS.
 ''Ah,' said Silver, 'it vas fortunate for me that I had Hawkins here. You would have let cid John be cut to bits and never given it q thought. doctor"
 Not a thought" replied pr. Livesey, cheerily.
 And by this time we had reached the gigs. The doctor, with the pick ax, de- mOlished one of them, and then we all got aboard the Cthc-. and set cut to go round by the sea fer North Ialct.
 This was a run of eight or nine miles, Silver, though hc was Gl.~cst killed already with fatigue, was set 10 an car, like the rest of us, and we were soon slinming swiftly over q smooth sea. Soon we passed cut of the straits and douGbl6d the southeast ccrrcr of the island, round which, four days ago, we had lowed the "I-ispa1iOla."
 As we passed the two-pcinted hill, we could see the black mouth of Ben Gunn's cave, and figure standing by it, lean-- ing OF a musket. It was the squire; and we waved handkerchief and gave him three cheers, in which the voice of Sil- CT joined as heartily as any.
 Three miles further, just inside the. mouth Of North inlet, what should we meet but the ''IIispariola, ,'' cruising by herself. The last flood had lifted hcr;. and had there been much wind, or $. strong tide current, as in the southern anchorage, We should never have found her more, CT found her stranded beyond help. As it was, there was little amiss beyond the wrecl, of the maiHsail. Al. other anchor was got ready, and dropped ina fGthom anGa half of water. We all pulled round again to Rum cove, the nearest point for Ben Gunn's treas ure house: aad then Gray, single-hand- cd, returned with the gig to the His Paniola, where he was to pass the night on guard.
 A gentle slope ran up from the beach to the entrance of the cave. At the tor the squire met us. To mo ne was cor dial, saying nothing Of my cscapGde, either in the way Of blame or praise. At Silver's polite salute he somewhat flushed.
 John Silver," he said. you're a prodigious villain and imposter-a mon strous impostor, sir, I am told I amlnot to prosecute you. Well, then will not. But the dead men, sir, hang about your neck like millstones."
 Thank you kindly, sir," replied Long John, again saluting.
 How dare you to thank mel" cried the squire. It is gross dereliction of my duty. Stand back!"
 And thercupon we all entered the cave. It was large, airy place, with q little spring and pool of clear water, overhung with ferns. The floor was sand. Before q big fire lay Capt. Smol- let; and in a far corner, only duskily flicllered over by the blaze, 1 behcld great heaps of coin and quadrilaterals built of bars of gold. That was Flint's treasure that we had come so far to seek, and that had cost already the lives .,.I, IT many it had Cost in the anassing. what blood and sorrow, what good ships scut- tied on the deep, what Goravc men walk ing the plank blindfold, what shot of cannon, what shame and lies and cruel ty, perhaps no man alive could tell. Yet there were still three upon that isIand-Silver, and old Morgan, and Ben Gunn-who had each taken his share in these crimes, as each had hoped in vain to share in the reward.
 Come in, Jir," said the captain You're a gcod boy in your line, Jim; but I don't think you and nell go to sea again. You're too much of the born fayorite for re. Is that you, John Silver? What brings you here, man?''
 Gene back to do my dooty, sir,'' re- turned Silver.
 All" said the captain; and that was all he said.
 What a supper had of it that night. with all my friends around me; and what q meal it was. with Ben Gunn's salted goat, and some delicacies and a bottle of old wine from the "Hispa- nicla." Never, I am sure, were people gayer or happier. And there was Silver, sitting back almost out of the frcIight, but eating heartily, prompt to spring forward when anything was wanted, l even joining quietly in our laughter the same bland, polite, obsequious sea man of the voyage out.
 CHAPTER XXXIV.