As we pulled over, there was some discussion on the chart. The red cross was, of course, far too large to be a guide; and the terms of the note on the back, as you will hear, admitted of some ambiguity. They ran, the reader may remember, thus:-- `Tall tree, Spy-glass shoulder, bearing a point to the N. of N.N.E. `Skeleton Island E.S.E. and by E. `Ten feet.' A tall tree was thus the principal mark. Now, right before us, the anchorage was bounded by a plateau from two to three hundred feet high, adjoining on the north the sloping southern shoulder of the Spy-glass, and rising again towards the south into the rough, cliffy eminence called the Mizzen-mast Hill. The top of the plateau was dotted thickly with pine trees of varying height. Every here and there, one of a different species rose forty or fifty feet clear above its neighbours, and which of these was the particular `tall tree' of Captain Flint could only be decided on the spot, and by the readings of the compass.
Yet, although that was the case, every man on board the boats had picked a favourite of his own ere we were half way over, Long John alone shrugging his shoulders and bidding them wait till they were there.
We pulled easily, by Silver's directions, not to weary the hands prematurely; and, after quite a long passage, landed at the mouth of the second river - That which runs down a woody cleft of the Spy-glass. Thence, bending to our left, we began to ascend the slope towards the plateau.
At the first outset, heavy, miry ground and a matted, marish vegetation, greatly delayed our progress; but by little and little the hill began to steepen and become stony under foot, and the wood to change its character and to grow in a more open order. It was, indeed, a most pleasant portion of the island that we were now approaching. A heavy-scented broom and many flowering shrubs had almost taken the place of grass. Thickets of green nutmeg trees were dotted here and there with the red columns and the broad shadow of' the pines; and the first mingled their spice with the aroma of the others. The air, besides, was fresh and stirring, and this, under the sheer sunbeams, was a wonderful refreshment to our senses.
The party spread itself abroad, in a fan shape, shouting and leaping to and fro. About the centre, and a good way behind the rest, Silver and I followed - I tethered by my rope, he ploughing, with deep pants, among the sliding gravel. From time to time, indeed, I had to lend him a hand, or he must have missed his footing and fallen backward down the hill.
We had thus proceeded for about half a mile, and were approaching the brow of the plateau, when the man upon the farthest left began to cry aloud, as if in terror. Shout after shout came from him, and the others began to run in his direction.
`He can't 'a' found the treasure,' said old Morgan, hurrying past us from the right, `for that's clean a-top.'
Indeed, as we found when we also reached the spot, it was something very different. At the foot of a pretty big pine, and involved in a green creeper, which had even partly lifted some of the smaller bones, a human skeleton lay, with a few shreds of clothing, on the ground. I believe a chill struck for a moment to every heart.
`He was a seaman,' said George Merry, who, bolder than the rest, had gone up close, and was examining the rags of clothing. `Leastways, this is good sea-cloth.'
`Ay, ay,' said Silver, `like enough; you wouldn't look to find a bishop here, I reckon. But what sort of a way is that for bones to lie? 'Tain't in natur'.'
Indeed, on a second glance, it seemed impossible to fancy that the body was in a natural position. But for some disarray (the work, perhaps, of the birds that had fed upon him, or of the slow-growing creeper that had gradually enveloped his remains) the man lay perfectly straight - his feet pointing in one direction, his hands, raised above his head like a diver's, pointing directly in the opposite.
`I've taken a notion into my old numskull,' observed Silver. `Here's the compass; there's the tip-top pint o' Skeleton Island, stickin' out like a tooth. Just take a bearing will you, along the line of them bones.'
It was done. The body pointed straight in the direction of the island, and the compass read duly E.S.E. and by E.
`I thought so,' cried the cook; `this here is a p'inter. Right up there is our line for the Pole Star and the jolly dollars. But, by thunder! if it don't make me cold inside to think of Flint. This is one of his jokes, and no mistake. Him and these six was alone here; he killed em, every man; and this one he hauled here and laid down by compass, shiver my timbers! They're long bones, and the hair's been yellow. Ay, that would be Allardyce. You mind Allardyce, Tom Morgan?'
`Ay, ay,' returned Morgan, `I mind him; he owed me money, he did, and took my knife ashore with him.'
`Speaking of knives,' said another, `why don't we find his'n lying round?
Flint warn't the man to pick a seaman's pocket; and the birds, I guess, would leave it be.'
`By the powers, and that's true!' cried Silver.
`There aint a thing left here,' said Merry, still feeling round among the bones, `not a copper doit nor a baccy box. It don't look nat'ral to me.'
`No, by gum, it don't,' agreed Silver; `not nat'ral, nor not nice, says you. Great guns! messmates, but if Flint was living, this would be a hot spot for you and me. Six they were, and six are we; and bones is what they are now.
`I saw him dead with these here dead-lights,' said Morgan. `Billy took me in. There he laid with penny-pieces on his eyes.
`Dead - ay, sure enough he's dead and gone below,' said the fellow with the bandage; `but if ever sperrit walked, it would be Flint's. Dear heart, but he died bad, did Flint!'
`Ay, that he did,' observed another; `now he raged, and now he hollered for the rum, and now he sang. "Fifteen Men" were his only song, mates; and I tell you true, I never rightly liked to hear it since. It was main hot, and the windy was open, and I hear that old song comin' out as clear as clear - and the death-haul on the man already.'
`Come, come,' said Silver, `stow this talk. He's dead, and he don't walk, that I know; leastways, he won't walk by day and you may lay to that.
Care killed a cat. Fetch ahead for the doubloons.'
We started, certainly; but in spite of the hot sun and the staring daylight, the pirates no longer ran separate and shouting through the wood, but kept side by side and spoke with bated breath. The terror of the dead buccaneer had fallen on their spirits.
