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The Treasure-hunt — The Voice Among the Trees

           Eversincetheyhadfoundtheskeletonandgotuponthistrainofthought,theyhadspokenlowerandlower,andtheyhadalmostgottowhisperingbynow,sothatthesoundoftheirtalkhardlyinterruptedthesilenceofthewood.Allofasudden,outofthemiddleofthetreesinfrontofus,athin,high,tremblingvoicestruckupthewell-knownairandwords:

           "Fifteenmenonthedeadman’schest

           Yo-ho-ho,andabottleofrum!"

           Ineverhaveseenmenmoredreadfullyaffectedthanthepirates.Thecolourwentfromtheirsixfaceslikeenchantment;someleapedtotheirfeet,someclawedholdofothers;Morgangrovelledontheground.

           "It’sFlint,by!"criedMerry.

           Thesonghadstoppedassuddenlyasitbeganbrokenoff,youwouldhavesaid,inthemiddleofanote,asthoughsomeonehadlaidhishanduponthesinger’smouth.Comingthroughtheclear,sunnyatmosphereamongthegreentree-tops,Ithoughtithadsoundedairilyandsweetly;andtheeffectonmycompanionswasthestranger.

           "Come,"saidSilver,strugglingwithhisashenlipstogetthewordout;"thiswon’tdo.Standbytogoabout.Thisisarumstart,andIcan’tnamethevoice,butit’ssomeoneskylarkingsomeonethat’sfleshandblood,andyoumaylaytothat."

           Hiscouragehadcomebackashespoke,andsomeofthecolourtohisfacealongwithit.Alreadytheothershadbeguntolendaneartothisencouragementandwerecomingalittletothemselves,whenthesamevoicebrokeoutagainnotthistimesinging,butinafaintdistanthailthatechoedyetfainteramongthecleftsoftheSpy-glass.

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