PART SIX: Captain Silver
Chapter 32: The Treasure-hunt--The Voice Among the Trees
PARTLY from the damping influence of this alarm, partly
to rest Silver and the sick folk, the whole party sat
down as soon as they had gained the brow of the ascent.
The plateau being somewhat tilted towards the west,
this spot on which we had paused commanded a wide
prospect on either hand. Before us, over the tree-
tops, we beheld the Cape of the Woods fringed with
surf; behind, we not only looked down upon the
anchorage and Skeleton Island, but saw--clear across
the spit and the eastern lowlands--a great field of
open sea upon the east. Sheer above us rose the Spy-glass,
here dotted with single pines, there black with
precipices. There was no sound but that of the distant
breakers, mounting from all round, and the chirp of
countless insects in the brush. Not a man, not a sail,
upon the sea; the very largeness of the view increased
the sense of solitude.
Silver, as he sat, took certain bearings with his compass.
"There are three 'tall trees'" said he, "about in the right
line from Skeleton Island. 'Spy-glass shoulder,' I take it,
means that lower p'int there. It's child's play to find the
stuff now. I've half a mind to dine first."
"I don't feel sharp," growled Morgan. "Thinkin' o'
Flint--I think it were--as done me."
"Ah, well, my son, you praise your stars he's dead,"
"He were an ugly devil," cried a third pirate with a
shudder; "that blue in the face too!"
"That was how the rum took him," added Merry. "Blue!
Well, I reckon he was blue. That's a true word."
Ever since they had found the skeleton and got upon
this train of thought, they had spoken lower and lower,
and they had almost got to whispering by now, so that
the sound of their talk hardly interrupted the silence
of the wood. All of a sudden, out of the middle of the
trees in front of us, a thin, high, trembling voice
struck up the well-known air and words: