“Well, you’ve about fixed it now, among you,” continued Silver. “You’ll all swing now, I reckon. What soft-headed lubber had a Bible?”
“It 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 yellow eyes struck in.
“Belay that talk, John Silver,” he said. “This crew has tipped you the black spot in full council,as in dooty bound; just you turn it over, as in dooty bound, and see what’s wrote there. Then you can talk.”
“Thanky, George,” replied the sea-cook. “You always was brisk for business,and has the rules by heart, George, as I’m pleased to see. Well, what is it, anyway?Ah!‘Deposed’--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 a funny man, by your account;but you’re over now, and you’ll maybe step down off that barrel and help vote.”
“I thought you said you knowed the rules,” returned Silver contemptuously. “Leastways, if you don’t,I do; and I wait here--and I’m still your cap’n,mind--till you outs with your grievances and I reply; in the meantime,your black spot ain’t worth a biscuit. After that, we’ll see.”
“Oh,” replied George, “you don’t be under no kind of apprehension; WE’RE all square, we are. First,you’ve made a hash of this cruise--you’ll be a bold man to say no to that. Second,you let the enemy out o’ this here trap for nothing. Why did they want out?I dunno, but 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.And then, fourth, there’s this here boy.”
“Is that all?” asked Silver quietly.
“Enough, too,” retorted George. “We’ll all swing and sun-dry for your bungling.”
“Well now, look here, I’ll answer these four p’ints; one after another I’ll answer ’em. I made a 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 was the lawful cap’n?Who tipped me the black spot the day we landed and began this dance?Ah, it’s a fine dance--I’m with you there--and looks mighty like a hornpipe in a rope’s 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’s insolence to up and stand for cap’n over me--you, that sank 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 late comrades 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, I give you my word,I’m sick to speak to you. You’ve neither sense nor memory,and I leave it to fancy where your mothers 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 a nice lot, ain’t they?You say this cruise is bungled. Ah!By gum, if you could understand how bad it’s bungled, you would see!We’re that near the gibbet that my neck’s stiff with thinking on it. You’ve seen ’em, maybe,hanged in chains, birds about ’em, seamen p’inting ’em out as they go down with the tide. ‘Who’s that?’ says one. ‘That!Why, that’s John Silver. I knowed him well,’ says another.And you can hear the chains a-jangle as you go about and reach for the other buoy. Now,that’s about where we are, every mother’s son of us, thanks to him, and Hands, and Anderson,and other ruination fools of you. And if you want to know about number four, and that boy, why, shiver my timbers, isn’t he a hostage?Are we a-going to waste a hostage?No, not us; he might be our last chance, and I shouldn’t wonder. Kill that boy?Not me, mates!And number three?Ah, well, there’s a deal to say to number three.Maybe you don’t count it nothing to have a real college doctor to see you every day--you, John,with your head broke--or you, George Merry, that had the ague shakes upon you not six hours agone,and has your eyes the colour of lemon peel to this same moment on the clock?And maybe, perhaps, you didn’t know there was a consort coming either?But there is, and not so long till then;and we’ll see who’ll be glad to have a hostage when it comes to that. And as for number two,and why I made a bargain--well, you came crawling on your knees to me to make it--on your knees you came,you was that downhearted--and you’d have starved too if I hadn’t--but that’s a trifle!You look there--that’s why!”
And he cast down upon the floor a paper that I instantly recognized--none other than the chart on yellow paper,with the three red crosses, that I had found in the oilcloth at the bottom of the captain’s chest.Why the doctor had given it to him was more than I could fancy.
But if it were inexplicable to me, the appearance of the chart was incredible to the surviving mutineers.They leaped upon it like cats upon a mouse. It went from hand to hand, one tearing it from another;and by the oaths and the cries and the childish laughter with which they accompanied their examination,you would have thought, not only they were fingering the very gold, but were at sea with it, besides, in safety.
“Yes,” said one, “that’s Flint, sure enough. J. F., and a score below, with a clove hitch to it; so he done ever.”
“Mighty pretty,” said George. “But how are we to get away with it, and us no ship.”
Silver suddenly sprang up, and supporting himself with a hand against the wall:“Now I give you warning, George,” he cried. “One more word of your sauce,and I’ll call you down and fight you. How?Why, how do I know?You had ought to tell me that--you and the rest, that lost me my schooner, with your interference, burn you!But not you, you can’t; you hain’t got the invention of a cockroach. But civil you can speak,and shall, George Merry, you may lay to that.”
“That’s fair enow,” said the old man Morgan.
“Fair!I reckon so,” said the sea-cook. “You lost the ship; I found the treasure. Who’s the better man at that?And now I resign, by thunder!Elect whom you please to be your cap’n now; I’m done with it.”
“Silver!” they cried. “Barbecue forever!Barbecue for cap’n!”
“So that’s the toon, is it?” cried the cook. “George, I reckon you’ll have to wait another turn, friend;and lucky for you as I’m not a revengeful man. But that was never my way. And now, shipmates, this black spot?’Tain’t much good now, is it?Dick’s crossed his luck and spoiled his Bible, and that’s about all.”
“It’ll do to kiss the book on still, won’t it?” growled Dick, who was evidently uneasy at the curse he had brought upon himself.
“A Bible with a bit cut out!” returned Silver derisively. “Not it. It don’t bind no more’n a ballad-book.”
“Don’t it, though?” cried Dick with a sort of joy. “Well, I reckon that’s worth having too.”
“Here, Jim--here’s a cur’osity for you,” said Silver, and he tossed me the paper.
It was around about the size of a crown piece. One side was blank, for it had been the last leaf;the other contained a verse or two of Revelation--these words among the rest,which struck sharply home upon my mind: “Without are dogs and murderers.” The printed side had been blackened with wood ash,which already began to come off and soil my fingers;on the blank side had been written with the same material the one word “Depposed.” I have that curiosity beside me at this moment,but not a trace of writing now remains beyond a single scratch,such as a man might make with his thumb-nail.
That was the end of the night’s business. Soon after, with a drink all round, we lay down to sleep,and the outside of Silver’s vengeance was to put George Merry up for sentinel and threaten him with death if he should prove unfaithful.
It was long ere I could close an eye, and heaven knows I had matter enough for thought in the man whom I had slain that afternoon,in my own most perilous position, and above all,in the remarkable game that I saw Silver now engaged upon--keeping the mutineers together with one hand and grasping with the other after every means,possible and impossible, to make his peace and save his miserable life.He himself slept peacefully and snored aloud, yet my heart was sore for him, wicked as he was,to think on the dark perils that environed and the shameful gibbet that awaited him.
XXX On Parole
I was wakened--indeed, we were all wakened,for I could see even the sentinel shake himself together from where he had fallen against the door-post--by a clear,hearty voice hailing us from the margin of the wood:
“Block house, ahoy!” it cried. “Here’s the doctor.”
And the doctor it was. Although I was glad to hear the sound,yet my gladness was not without admixture.I remembered with confusion my insubordinate and stealthy conduct,and when I saw where it had brought me--among what companions and surrounded by what dangers--I felt ashamed to look him in the face.
He must have risen in the dark, for the day had hardly come;and when I ran to a loophole and looked out, I saw him standing, like Silver once before, up to the mid-leg in creeping vapour.
“You, doctor!Top o’ the morning to you, sir!” cried Silver, broad awake and beaming with good nature in a moment. “Bright and early, to be sure;and it’s the early bird, as the saying goes, that gets the rations. George, shake up your timbers,son, and help Dr. Livesey over the ship’s side. All a-doin’ well, your patients was--all well and merry.”
So he pattered on, standing on the hilltop with his crutch under his elbow and one hand upon the side of the log-house--quite the old John in voice, manner, and expression.
“We’ve quite a surprise for you too, sir,” he continued. “We’ve a little stranger here--he!he!A noo boarder and lodger, sir, and looking fit and taut as a fiddle; slep’ like a supercargo,he did, right alongside of John--stem to stem we was, all night.”
Dr. Livesey was by this time across the stockade and pretty near the cook,and I could hear the alteration in his voice as he said, “Not Jim?”
“The very same Jim as ever was,” says Silver.
The doctor stopped outright, although he did not speak,and it was some seconds before he seemed able to move on.
“Well, well,” he said at last, “duty first and pleasure afterwards, as you might have said yourself,Silver. Let us overhaul these patients of yours.”
A moment afterwards he had entered the block house and with one grim nod to me proceeded with his work among the sick.He seemed under no apprehension, though he must have known that his life,among these treacherous demons, depended on a hair;and he rattled on to his patients as if he were paying an ordinary professional visit in a quiet English family.His manner, I suppose, reacted on the men, for they behaved to him as if nothing had occurred,as if he were still ship’s doctor and they still faithful hands before the mast.
“You’re doing well, my friend,” he said to the fellow with the bandaged head,“and if ever any person had a close shave, it was you; your head must be as hard as iron. Well, George, how goes it?You’re a pretty colour, certainly; why, your liver, man, is upside down. Did you take that medicine?Did he take that medicine, men?”
“Aye, aye, sir, he took it, sure enough,” returned Morgan.
“Because, you see, since I am mutineers’ doctor, or prison doctor as I prefer to call it,” says Doctor Livesey in his pleasantest way,“I make it a point of honour not to lose a man for King George (God bless him!) and the gallows.”
The rogues looked at each other but swallowed the home-thrust in silence.
“Dick don’t feel well, sir,” said one.
“Don’t he?” replied the doctor. “Well, step up here, Dick, and let me see your tongue. No, I should be surprised if he did!The man’s tongue is fit to frighten the French. Another fever.”
“Ah, there,” said Morgan, “that comed of sp’iling Bibles.”
“That comes--as you call it--of being arrant asses,” retorted the doctor,“and not having sense enough to know honest air from poison, and the dry land from a vile,pestiferous slough. I think it most probable--though of course it’s only an opinion--that you’ll all have the deuce to pay before you get that malaria out of your systems. Camp in a bog, would you?Silver, I’m surprised at you. You’re less of a fool than many, take you all round;but you don’t appear to me to have the rudiments of a notion of the rules of health.
“Well,” he added after he had dosed them round and they had taken his prescriptions,with really laughable humility, more like charity schoolchildren than blood-guilty mutineers and pirates--“well,that’s done for today. And now I should wish to have a talk with that boy, please.”
And he nodded his head in my direction carelessly.
George Merry was at the door, spitting and spluttering over some bad-tasted medicine;but at the first word of the doctor’s proposal he swung round with a deep flush and cried “No!” and swore.
Silver struck the barrel with his open hand.
“Si-lence!” he roared and looked about him positively like a lion. “Doctor,” he went on in his usual tones,“I was a-thinking of that, knowing as how you had a fancy for the boy.We’re all humbly grateful for your kindness, and as you see,puts faith in you and takes the drugs down like that much grog.And I take it I’ve found a way as’ll suit all. Hawkins,will you give me your word of honour as a young gentleman--for a young gentleman you are,although poor born--your word of honour not to slip your cable?”
I readily gave the pledge required.
“Then, doctor,” said Silver, “you just step outside o’ that stockade,and once you’re there I’ll bring the boy down on the inside,and I reckon you can yarn through the spars. Good day to you, sir,and all our dooties to the squire and Cap’n Smollett.”
The explosion of disapproval, which nothing but Silver’s black looks had restrained,broke out immediately the doctor had left the house.Silver was roundly accused of playing double--of trying to make a separate peace for himself,of sacrificing the interests of his accomplices and victims, and, in one word, of the identical,exact thing that he was doing. It seemed to me so obvious, in this case,that I could not imagine how he was to turn their anger. But he was twice the man the rest were,and his last night’s victory had given him a huge preponderance on their minds.He called them all the fools and dolts you can imagine,said it was necessary I should talk to the doctor, fluttered the chart in their faces,asked them if they could afford to break the treaty the very day they were bound a-treasure-hunting.
“No, by thunder!” he cried. “It’s us must break the treaty when the time comes;and till then I’ll gammon that doctor, if I have to ile his boots with brandy.”
And then he bade them get the fire lit, and stalked out upon his crutch,with his hand on my shoulder, leaving them in a disarray,and silenced by his volubility rather than convinced.
“Slow, lad, slow,” he said. “They might round upon us in a twinkle of an eye if we was seen to hurry. ”
Very deliberately, then, did we advance across the sand to where the doctor awaited us on the other side of the stockade,and as soon as we were within easy speaking distance Silver stopped.
“You’ll make a note of this here also, doctor,” says he,“and the boy’ll tell you how I saved his life, and were deposed for it too,and you may lay to that. Doctor, when a man’s steering as near the wind as me--playing chuck-farthing with the last breath in his body,like--you wouldn’t think it too much, mayhap, to give him one good word?You’ll please bear in mind it’s not my life only now--it’s that boy’s into the bargain;and you’ll speak me fair, doctor, and give me a bit o’ hope to go on, for the sake of mercy.”
Silver was a changed man once he was out there and had his back to his friends and the block house;his cheeks seemed to have fallen in, his voice trembled; never was a soul more dead in earnest.
“Why, John, you’re not afraid?” asked Dr. Livesey.
“Doctor, I’m no coward; no, not I--not SO much!” and he snapped his fingers. “If I was I wouldn’t say it. But I’ll own up fairly,I’ve the shakes upon me for the gallows. You’re a good man and a true; I never seen a better man!And you’ll not forget what I done good, not any more than you’ll forget the bad, I know.And I step aside--see here--and leave you and Jim alone. And you’ll put that down for me too, for it’s a long stretch, is that!”
So saying, he stepped back a little way, till he was out of earshot,and there sat down upon a tree-stump and began to whistle,spinning round now and again upon his seat so as to command a sight,sometimes of me and the doctor and sometimes of his unruly ruffians as they went to and fro in the sand between the fire--which they were busy rekindling--and the house, from which they brought forth pork and bread to make the breakfast.
“So, Jim,” said the doctor sadly, “here you are. As you have brewed, so shall you drink, my boy.Heaven knows, I cannot find it in my heart to blame you, but this much I will say,be it kind or unkind: when Captain Smollett was well, you dared not have gone off;and when he was ill and couldn’t help it, by George, it was downright cowardly!”
I will own that I here began to weep. “Doctor,” I said, “you might spare me.I have blamed myself enough; my life’s forfeit anyway,and I should have been dead by now if Silver hadn’t stood for me; and doctor, believe this,I can die--and I dare say I deserve it--but what I fear is torture. If they come to torture me--”
“Jim,” the doctor interrupted, and his voice was quite changed, “Jim, I can’t have this. Whip over, and we’ll run for it.”
“Doctor,” said I, “I passed my word.”
“I know, I know,” he cried. “We can’t help that, Jim, now. I’ll take it on my shoulders,holus bolus, blame and shame, my boy; but stay here, I cannot let you. Jump!One jump, and you’re out, and we’ll run for it like antelopes.”
“No,” I replied; “you know right well you wouldn’t do the thing yourself--neither you nor squire nor captain;and no more will I. Silver trusted me; I passed my word, and back I go. But, doctor,you did not let me finish. If they come to torture me,I might let slip a word of where the ship is, for I got the ship, part by luck and part by risking,and she lies in North Inlet, on the southern beach, and just below high water. At half tide she must be high and dry.”
“The ship!” exclaimed the doctor.
Rapidly I described to him my adventures, and he heard me out in silence.
“There is a kind of fate in this,” he observed when I had done. “Every step,it’s you that saves our lives; and do you suppose by any chance that we are going to let you lose yours?That would be a poor return, my boy. You found out the plot;you found Ben Gunn--the best deed that ever you did, or will do, though you live to ninety. Oh, by Jupiter, and talking of Ben Gunn!Why, this is the mischief in person. Silver!” he cried. “Silver!I’ll give you a piece of advice,” he continued as the cook drew near again;“don’t you be in any great hurry after that treasure.”
“Why, sir, I do my possible, which that ain’t,” said Silver. “I can only, asking your pardon,save my life and the boy’s by seeking for that treasure; and you may lay to that.”
“Well, Silver,” replied the doctor, “if that is so, I’ll go one step further: look out for squalls when you find it.”
“Sir,” said Silver, “as between man and man, that’s too much and too little. What you’re after,why you left the block house, why you given me that there chart, I don’t know, now, do I?And yet I done your bidding with my eyes shut and never a word of hope!But no, this here’s too much. If you won’t tell me what you mean plain out, just say so and I’ll leave the helm.”
“No,” said the doctor musingly; “I’ve no right to say more; it’s not my secret, you see, Silver, or,I give you my word, I’d tell it you. But I’ll go as far with you as I dare go, and a step beyond,for I’ll have my wig sorted by the captain or I’m mistaken!And first, I’ll give you a bit of hope; Silver, if we both get alive out of this wolf-trap,I’ll do my best to save you, short of perjury.”
Silver’s face was radiant. “You couldn’t say more, I’m sure, sir, not if you was my mother, ” he cried.
“Well, that’s my first concession,” added the doctor. “My second is a piece of advice:keep the boy close beside you, and when you need help, halloo. I’m off to seek it for you,and that itself will show you if I speak at random. Good-bye, Jim.”
And Dr. Livesey shook hands with me through the stockade, nodded to Silver,and set off at a brisk pace into the wood.
XXXI The Treasure-hunt--Flint’s Pointer
“Jim,” said Silver when we were alone, “if I saved your life, you saved mine;and I’ll not forget it. I seen the doctor waving you to run for it--with the tail of my eye, I did;and I seen you say no, as plain as hearing. Jim, that’s one to you.This is the first glint of hope I had since the attack failed, and I owe it you. And now, Jim,we’re to go in for this here treasure-hunting, with sealed orders too, and I don’t like it;and you and me must stick close, back to back like,and we’ll save our necks in spite o’ fate and fortune.”
Just then a man hailed us from the fire that breakfast was ready,and we were soon seated here and there about the sand over biscuit and fried junk.They had lit a fire fit to roast an ox,and it was now grown so hot that they could only approach it from the windward,and even there not without precaution. In the same wasteful spirit, they had cooked, I suppose,three times more than we could eat; and one of them, with an empty laugh,threw what was left into the fire, which blazed and roared again over this unusual fuel.I never in my life saw men so careless of the morrow;hand to mouth is the only word that can describe their way of doing;and what with wasted food and sleeping sentries,though they were bold enough for a brush and be done with it,I could see their entire unfitness for anything like a prolonged campaign.
Even Silver, eating away, with Captain Flint upon his shoulder,had not a word of blame for their recklessness. And this the more surprised me,for I thought he had never shown himself so cunning as he did then.
“Aye, mates,” said he, “it’s lucky you have Barbecue to think for you with this here head.I got what I wanted, I did. Sure enough, they have the ship. Where they have it, I don’t know yet;but once we hit the treasure, we’ll have to jump about and find out. And then, mates,us that has the boats, I reckon, has the upper hand.”
Thus he kept running on, with his mouth full of the hot bacon;thus he restored their hope and confidence, and, I more than suspect, repaired his own at the same time.
“As for hostage,” he continued, “that’s his last talk, I guess, with them he loves so dear.I’ve got my piece o’ news, and thanky to him for that; but it’s over and done.I’ll take him in a line when we go treasure-hunting, for we’ll keep him like so much gold,in case of accidents, you mark, and in the meantime.Once we got the ship and treasure both and off to sea like jolly companions,why then we’ll talk Mr. Hawkins over, we will, and we’ll give him his share, to be sure, for all his kindness.”
It was no wonder the men were in a good humour now. For my part, I was horribly cast down.Should the scheme he had now sketched prove feasible, Silver, already doubly a traitor,would not hesitate to adopt it. He had still a foot in either camp,and there was no doubt he would prefer wealth and freedom with the pirates to a bare escape from hanging,which was the best he had to hope on our side.
Nay, and even if things so fell out that he was forced to keep his faith with Dr. Livesey, even then what danger lay before us!What a moment that would be when the suspicions of his followers turned to certainty and he and I should have to fight for dear life--he a cripple and I a boy--against five strong and active seamen!
Add to this double apprehension the mystery that still hung over the behaviour of my friends,their unexplained desertion of the stockade, their inexplicable cession of the chart,or harder still to understand, the doctor’s last warning to Silver,“Look out for squalls when you find it,” and you will readily believe how little taste I found in my breakfast and with how uneasy a heart I set forth behind my captors on the quest for treasure.
We made a curious figure, had anyone been there to see us--all in soiled sailor clothes and all but me armed to the teeth.Silver had two guns slung about him--one before and one behind--besides the great cutlass at his waist and a pistol in each pocket of his square-tailed coat.To complete his strange appearance, Captain Flint sat perched upon his shoulder and gabbling odds and ends of purposeless sea-talk.I had a line about my waist and followed obediently after the sea-cook,who held the loose end of the rope, now in his free hand, now between his powerful teeth.For all the world, I was led like a dancing bear.
The other men were variously burthened, some carrying picks and shovels--for that had been the very first necessary they brought ashore from the HISPANIOLA--others laden with pork, bread, and brandy for the midday meal. All the stores, I observed, came from our stock, and I could see the truth of Silver’s words the night before. Had he not struck a bargain with the doctor, he and his mutineers, deserted by the ship, must have been driven to subsist on clear water and the proceeds of their hunting. Water would have been little to their taste; a sailor is not usually a good shot; and besides all that, when they were so short of eatables, it was not likely they would be very flush of powder.
Well, thus equipped, we all set out--even the fellow with the broken head,who should certainly have kept in shadow--and straggled, one after another, to the beach,where the two gigs awaited us. Even these bore trace of the drunken folly of the pirates,one in a broken thwart, and both in their muddy and unbailed condition.Both were to be carried along with us for the sake of safety; and so,with our numbers divided between them, we set forth upon the bosom of the anchorage.
As we pulled over, there was some discussion on the chart. The red cross was, of course,far too large to be a guide; and the terms of the note on the back, as you will hear,admitted of some ambiguity. They ran, the reader may remember, thus:
Tall tree, Spy-glass shoulder, bearing a point to the N. of N.N.E. Skeleton Island E.S.E. and by E. Ten feet.
A tall tree was thus the principal mark. Now,right before us the anchorage was bounded by a plateau from two to three hundred feet high,adjoining on the north the sloping southern shoulder of the Spy-glass and rising again towards the south into the rough,cliffy eminence called the Mizzenmast Hill.The top of the plateau was dotted thickly with pine-trees of varying height. Every here and there,one of a different species rose forty or fifty feet clear above its neighbours,and which of these was the particular “tall tree” of Captain Flint could only be decided on the spot, and by the readings of the compass.
Yet, although that was the case, every man on board the boats had picked a favourite of his own ere we were half-way over,Long John alone shrugging his shoulders and bidding them wait till they were there.
We pulled easily, by Silver’s directions, not to weary the hands prematurely,and after quite a long passage, landed at the mouth of the second river--that which runs down a woody cleft of the Spy-glass.Thence, bending to our left, we began to ascend the slope towards the plateau.
At the first outset, heavy, miry ground and a matted,marish vegetation greatly delayed our progress;but by little and little the hill began to steepen and become stony under foot,and the wood to change its character and to grow in a more open order. It was, indeed,a most pleasant portion of the island that we were now approaching.A heavy-scented broom and many flowering shrubs had almost taken the place of grass.Thickets of green nutmeg-trees were dotted here and there with the red columns and the broad shadow of the pines;and the first mingled their spice with the aroma of the others. The air, besides,was fresh and stirring, and this, under the sheer sunbeams,was a wonderful refreshment to our senses.
The party spread itself abroad, in a fan shape, shouting and leaping to and fro. About the centre,and a good way behind the rest, Silver and I followed--I tethered by my rope, he ploughing,with deep pants, among the sliding gravel. From time to time, indeed, I had to lend him a hand,or he must have missed his footing and fallen backward down the hill.
We had thus proceeded for about half a mile and were approaching the brow of the plateau when the man upon the farthest left began to cry aloud,as if in terror. Shout after shout came from him, and the others began to run in his direction.
“He can’t ’a found the treasure,” said old Morgan, hurrying past us from the right, “for that’s clean a-top.”