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"So--there's an end--o' To to clean his hook in the sand "And I did it--look'ee, because he failed me once, d'ye see! Who'll be next? Who's for mutiny--you, Sa Sa' as Penfeather do ha' took our ship, curse hih he has? 'Tis we have the island and 'tis on this island lieth Black Bartlemy's Treasure, and 'tis the treasure we're after! As to ways and ht to Penfeather's fourteen, and in a little 'twill be dark and the guns shan't serve 'e into our very clutches! To cover, lads, and look to your pri whither he pointed, I saw, above the adjacent headland, the tapering spars of a ship Slowly she hove into view, boltsprit, forecastle, waist and poop, until she was plain to view, and I knew her for that same black ship that fouled us in Deptford Pool She was standing in for the island under her lower courses only, although the as very light, but on she caht see the veryher yards were braced round, her anchor was let go and she brought to opposite Skeleton Cove and within fair pistol-shot

Now glancing below I saw Tressady stand alone and with Abnegation Mings huddled at his feet, but in the glooht and left, in every patch of shadow and behind every bush and rock, was the glimmer of pistol or musket-barrel, and all levelled in the one direction

Presently up to the lofty poop of the ship clareat cutlass on hip, who clapping speaking-trumpet to mouth, roared aues o' ye will turn honest land? Who's for a free pardon and Old England?"

Hereupon, from bush and shadow and rock, I heard a whisper, a land" oft repeated

Tressady heard it also, and stepping forward he drew a long furrow in the sand with the toe of his shoe

"Look'eeto this furroith his hook, "the first man as setteth foot athwart this line I send to hell-fire along o' Tom Purdy yonder!"