Arizona republican., 1899-03-05

Iing, on the ground. I believe chill struck for moment to every heart.
 He was a seaman" said George Merry, who, bolder than the rest, had gone up close. and was examining the rags of clothing. "Leastways, this is q good sea-cloth."
 "Ay. ay," said Silver, like enough; you wouldn't look to find q bishop here, | reckon. But what sort of q way is that for bones to lie? 'Tain't in natur'."
 Indeed, on second glance, it seemed impossible to fancy that the body was in a natural position. But for some disarray (thc work. perhaps of the birds that had fed upon him, or of the slow-growirg crceper that had grad uallv cnvcloped his re1nains) the man lay perfectly straight-his feet point ing in one direction, his hands, raised above his head like q divers, pointing directly ill the opposite.
 live taken Eotion into my old numskuI." observed Silver. Heres the compass; there's the tip-top pint of Skeleton island, stickin' out like a tooth. Just take a bearing, will you. along the line of them bones"
 It was done. The body pointed straight in the direction of the island, and the compass read duly F. S. E. by F.
 1T thought so,' cried the cook; this here is p'inter. Right up there is our line for the pole star and the jolly dol lars. But, by thunder, if it don't make me cold inside to think of Flint. This is one of his jokes, and no mistake. Him and these six were alone here; he killed 'em, every man; and this one he hauled here and laid down by com pass, shiver my tiInbcrs! They're long bones, and the hairs been yellow. Ay, that would be Allardyec. Yon mind Anartlyce, Tom Morgan?"
 .Ay. ay," returned Morgan, .I mind him; he owed me money. he did. and took ny knife ashore with him."
 .Spcaking of knives" said another, ''why don't we find his'n lying round? Flint warn't the man to pick a seaman's pocket; ard the birds, l guess, would leave it be-
 By the powers, and that's true!" cried Silver.
 "There ain't a thing left here," said Merry, still feeling around among the bones, not a copper doit nor baccy 
 No, by gum, it don't" agreed Sil- yer; mot Eatlral, nor ret nice. says you Great gunsl messmatc, but if Flint was living, this would be hot spot for you and me. Six they were, and six are we; and bones is what they are now"
 II saw him dead with these here dead lights said Morgan. Billy took me in. There he laid, with penny pieces on his eyes,
 "DeaG-ay, sure enough he's dead, and gone below." said the fellow with the bandage; but if ever sPecrit walked, it would be Hints. Dear heart, but he died bad, did l'lint!"
 ''Ay, and that he did," observed an- other; "now he ragged, and now he hol- Ter for the rum, and now he sung. | Fifteen Men were his only song, | mates, aud tell you true, never right ly liked to hear it since. It was main hot, and the windy was open, and l hear that old song comin' out as clear | as clear-anl the death-haul on the | man already"
 Come, come" said Silver, "stow this talk He's dead, and he don't walk, that . I know; leastways, he won't walk by | da.. and you may lay to that. Care killed the eat. Fetch ahead for the doUG1loons."
 We started, certainly; but in spite of the hot sun and the staring daylight, the pirates no longer ran separate ane shouting through the woods, but kept side by side, and spoke with bated breath. The terror of the dead buc- cancer had fallen on their spirits.