PART SIX: Captain Silver
Chapter 32: The Treasure-hunt--The Voice Among the Trees
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"By the powers, Ben Gunn!" roared Silver.
"Aye, and so it were," cried Morgan, springing on his
knees. "Ben Gunn it were!"
"It don't make much odds, do it, now?" asked Dick.
"Ben Gunn's not here in the body any more'n Flint."
But the older hands greeted this remark with scorn.
"Why, nobody minds Ben Gunn," cried Merry; "dead or
alive, nobody minds him."
It was extraordinary how their spirits had returned and
how the natural colour had revived in their faces.
Soon they were chatting together, with intervals of
listening; and not long after, hearing no further
sound, they shouldered the tools and set forth again,
Merry walking first with Silver's compass to keep them
on the right line with Skeleton Island. He had said
the truth: dead or alive, nobody minded Ben Gunn.
Dick alone still held his Bible, and looked around him
as he went, with fearful glances; but he found no
sympathy, and Silver even joked him on his precautions.
"I told you," said he--"I told you you had sp'iled your
Bible. If it ain't no good to swear by, what do you
suppose a sperrit would give for it? Not that!" and he
snapped his big fingers, halting a moment on his crutch.
But Dick was not to be comforted; indeed, it was soon
plain to me that the lad was falling sick; hastened by
heat, exhaustion, and the shock of his alarm, the
fever, predicted by Dr. Livesey, was evidently growing
swiftly higher.
It was fine open walking here, upon the summit; our way
lay a little downhill, for, as I have said, the plateau
tilted towards the west. The pines, great and small,
grew wide apart; and even between the clumps of nutmeg
and azalea, wide open spaces baked in the hot sunshine.
Striking, as we did, pretty near north-west across the
island, we drew, on the one hand, ever nearer under the
shoulders of the Spy-glass, and on the other, looked
ever wider over that western bay where I had once
tossed and trembled in the oracle.
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