The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1926-09-17

answered the plea. Silver cooked his
head on one side, hand cupped to ear,
listening eagerly But the words were
impossible to distinguish.
"No, no, not yet, BILL" walled Flint.
81 amt a-goin' to die. Where's Oar
by? Here, lad, you come and sit by
me. You're my luck, Darby. 1 can't
die with you by me-"
Bones spoke again, and with an oath
Silver cuddled his crutch in his armpit
and hoped over the deck to the com
panionway.
1--WE better CO." said Peter. ga, we
take der little gal to her room, Bob.
/ don't like this"
Silver reached the door of Flint's
stateroom as we stepped inside the
companionway. We could see him dis
tinctly in the light of the fading sun
set glow which came through the
stern-windows. Ben Gum was crouch
ing by the door, with his back toward
us, hugging his arms about himself
and evidently eavesdropping upon what
went on I'm the stateroom. AS we
watched. Silver swung his right arm
and dealt Gum blow which knocked
him head over heels into the main
cabin. The steward emitted one agon-
lied howl and scuttled under the cabin
table. Silver wrenched open the state
room door and poked his head inside.
"Well, well, If this amt touchin'
picter!" he remarked "Bill, l see
you're DOM the kind and dootiful by
our lamented skipper. But anybody
as knowed We would expect 1t Of We.
Is that the treasure-map"
"What are We goin' to do about itf''
snarled Bones by way Of answer.
Silver backed into the companions
way, as If in mute obedience to a lev
eled weapon.
"Do?' he repeated "That depends,
Bill. Wen see what the crew has to
say"
AYE, that we WILL" retorted Bones,
and his voice vibrated with undis-
/ gufsed triumph who's to come alter
We, cap'n?" he added.
81 amt goln' to die, Bill" came
Flint's mournful wall. "Where's the
rum, Darby? Tm a-burnin' wi
thirst"
"Who's to come alter We, john p
pressed Bones remorselessly.
Silver INDUCED in mocking laugh.
AYE, he knows what to answer"
And Flint echoed him gaspingly:
"Bill's mate. He-has-map."
"Satisfed2" jeered Bones.
81 be. BILL" Silver assured him.
"But we'll put 1t to the crew first, all
fair and regular. And whatever they
say, Bill, you remember I'll be watch
in We. Don't try any tricks WI that
map. I'm ready for We, and If We
start tricks we'll put the Black Spot
on ye."
ITO WI you and your Black
Spotl" roared Bones. Get out O. here
afore 1 take my knife to ye."
Silver stumped toward us, his face
distorted with rage.
"He has It," he rasped. - him
for the shifty scoundred he is! Well,
the next move Is for ye to plot, Mas
ter Ormerod."
81 see 1t not" / said coldly.
"Wait till he thinks o. the maid
here" replied the one-legged man and
hoped out on deck.
From Flint's stateroom Darby's
voice rose in protest.
''Take your hand off nae, We All,
IL he wants the rum do be lettin' him
have it, Sure, what will it natther-"
"'Tain't no use wastin' good rum
on dead man." said Bones, chuckling
thickly.
There was a gurgle of liquor, and
Flint moaned:
"Where's my rum? Fetch aft the
rum, Darby McGraw!"
"Ah, We black-hearted wretch 7"
shrilled Darby MAY the banshees
whistle for We, and I'll notl Be
ware do We touch me, say, or I'll"
The door of the stateroom crashed
open again, and Darby was bundled
out into the companionway.
"'Tis bad luck, and not good, I'll
wish on YEP he screamed.
Bones ugly face was projected from
the doorway long enough to squirt a
stream Of tobacco-juice at the boy.
"Be off with We, We red-haired rat"
he growled. "You and your luck Aye,
it's fine luck We brought to John Flint,
wi the rattles in his throat"
DARBY McGraw!' walled Flint.
''Ho, Darby! Fetch aft the rum, Oar
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