The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1926-09-03

the body" suggested Black Dog-and
he shook so that his torch scattered
sparks.
SITS bad luck to mutilate the dead"
objected Flint. mo, no, Wen bury
him quick and be done with It."
"But zee promised / was t beat num-"
sobbed Tom Morphew. II let ZEE In,
Long John. and zee promisedw
"How was to know he'd be deadr'
returned Silver. Don't We take on so,
Tom. Well give We double handful
o. onzas for what We done, and when
your backs well yell ha' rare spree
WI the yellow boys. eh?'
But Morphew refused to be COM
forted. He limped from the hut, trail
ing his whip behind him.
"'Tisn't goold / want" he wept
+" TITS to lay my lash to t back O. mum.
Ayel Till he do be bloody raw, same
as Job Pytchens and they other lads
as is under sod. Oh, my pore back"
There was an interval of silence
after he was gone.
"Its bad luck to touch the dead" re-
affirmed Flint. ''No, no, the thing to
do is to bury him quick. You take half
a dozen men, Bill, and plant him any
where-so's he's deep enough"
"And what about the treasurer
called one of the men by the door.
"Aye, aye" chimed In second.
"When do we shift 1t aboard and
,, divvy up?"
Flint stroked his chin, considering.
"Why, there's no hurry about the
treasure, mates" he answered finally.
"'Tis safe here. What we all need
now is a dram o. rum and two watches
below"
There was a general murmur of as
sent with this sentiment, and he
crooked his finger at me.
"Come aleng, Buckskin. Wen put
the three e 70 aboardship, out O.
harms way, seem as ye're so precious
| O. your skins. Long John, I'll leave 1t
to We to guard the prisoners. Give the
girl a stateroom for herself-less'n ye
might wish to share 1t, BuckskinT' he
| added with leer that fetched ruddy
| tide to Moira's cheeks.
Silver motioned us to precede him
into the night, and as we passed out ne
gathered together party of men VINO
formed loosely around us.
eff so be as yen give me your WORD
to come peaceable, Master Ormerod,
can make things easier for ye," De
offered when we were clear of the hut
"What do you say, PeterY' / asked
the Dutchman.
ia"
THAT'S enough for me-" announced
Silver cheerfully. "And very sensible
of We, too, gentlemen. Not quite SC
fast. I'm only crippled sailorman
and ha' labored hard this night. Aye
it were such seesaw O. fortune al
KEEP my heart a-poppin' In my throat
/ thought We had me on the stockade
but there's none like Pew WI the knife
and he can smell his man when III
can't see him. Well, well, who'd hs
's'posed when we met lii New Yorl
we'd come to aught like this, Maste
OrmerodY'
/ lacked the heart to answer him
and we stumbled through the woods II
silence to the shore Of the Anchorage
Here one of the Walrus' boats wa
. launched, and we were rowed out
where she lay, her hull squatting lik
a rock in the quiet water. Me-
hailed us from her deck, whip wa
. sent down for Silver's convenience, an
the rest of us climbed the side ladder
MORA as agile as any after her month
! at sea.
"Here we are, safe and snug on tn
old Wairus," remarked Silver, still az
! gressively CHEEKY; "and them as ]
here can call themselves fortunate
: cause there's a plenty as ha' kept Mul
ray company. Aye, blast me for
d swab. but it ha' been bloody nigh
e Get for'ard, mates"
q This to the men who had come o
with us.
h "I'll see to the pris'ners. Now thel
T. gentlemen-and mistress-you COM
i along VII me, and I'll make We all
i. comf'table as If We was in Brist'
} packet"
He prodded a muscular forefngs
s into my chest.
"You mind that, Master Ormero
8 You mind that Long John was yol
friend. Cause why, says you? Here
' the Walrus, and here's treasure, ar
+ here's Flint, and here's maybe twelv
score lads as don't all think alike, az
here's Bill Bones-and here's me.
II goodish bit might happen, my maste
:, And who's to say what will start
a-happenin'? Not me! Nor wi
might come out on top a'terward.'
- And with parting wink he stump'
- aft, crooking his finger In sign that
should follow him across the unite
, deck.
Is "Glory!" shifted MORA, her nose
X air. "This will be more the like Of
{ stable than a ship"
IL She did not exaggerate. The W.
rus was lirtier than she had been t
er night Peter and were committed
her as hostage. Her decks were TO
De with grease and all manner of filt
IN her paint was crooked and peeling
cloud of flies buzzed around q tub
US fish-guts which nobody would take
trouble to cast oversize; from an op
hatch poured sour, acrid stencil.
x strange contrast with the Royal Jane
Inside the companionway under t
q poop we tripped over the usual lit
OF broken bottles, plstol-fints and Cd
and ends of CASTOR clothing. SLY
of balanced himself on his crutch agail
"a the wall, struck flint and steel to
an slow-match and ignited the wick OF
tn whale-oil lanthorn which depend
ed from a hook. Holding this above
SIS head. he surveyed the double line
N Sooru vorv sinnilar to