The Treasure-hunt — The Voice Among the Trees

           Partlyfromthedampinginfluenceofthisalarm,partlytorestSilverandthesickfolk,thewholepartysatdownassoonastheyhadgainedthebrowoftheascent.

           Theplateaubeingsomewhattiltedtowardsthewest,thisspotonwhichwehadpausedcommandedawideprospectoneitherhand.Beforeus,overthetree-tops,webeheldtheCapeoftheWoodsfringedwithsurf;behind,wenotonlylookeddownupontheanchorageandSkeletonIsland,butsaw—clearacrossthespitandtheeasternlowlands—agreatfieldofopenseaupontheeast.SheeraboveusrosetheSpy-glass,heredottedwithsinglepines,thereblackwithprecipices.Therewasnosoundbutthatofthedistantbreakers,mountingfromallround,andthechirpofcountlessinsectsinthebrush.Notaman,notasail,uponthesea;theverylargenessoftheviewincreasedthesenseofsolitude.

           Silver,ashesat,tookcertainbearingswithhiscompass.

           "Therearethree‘talltrees’"saidhe,"aboutintherightlinefromSkeletonIsland.‘Spy-glassshoulder,’Itakeit,meansthatlowerp’intthere.It’schild’splaytofindthestuffnow.I’vehalfamindtodinefirst."

           "Idon’tfeelsharp,"growledMorgan."Thinkin’o’Flint—Ithinkitwere—asdoneme."

           "Ah,well,myson,youpraiseyourstarshe’sdead,"saidSilver.

           "Hewereanuglydevil,"criedathirdpiratewithashudder;"thatblueinthefacetoo!"

           "Thatwashowtherumtookhim,"addedMerry."Blue!Well,Ireckonhewasblue.That’satrueword."