The Treasure-hunt — The Voice Among the Trees

Partlyfromthedampinginfluenceofthisalarm,partlytorestSilverandthesickfolk,thewholepartysatdownassoonastheyhadgainedthebrowoftheascent.

Theplateaubeingsomewhattiltedtowardsthewest,thisspotonwhichwehadpausedcommandedawideprospectoneitherhand.Beforeus,overthetree-tops,webeheldtheCapeoftheWoodsfringedwithsurf;behind,wenotonlylookeddownupontheanchorageandSkeletonIsland,butsawclearacrossthespitandtheeasternlowlandsagreatfieldofopenseaupontheeast.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’FlintIthinkitwereasdoneme."

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

"Hewereanuglydevil,"criedathirdpiratewithashudder;"thatblueinthefacetoo!"

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

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