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"
Aye
,
aye
,
"
said
Silver
;
"
like
enough
;
you
would
n't
look
to
find
a
bishop
here
,
I
reckon
.
But
what
sort
of
a
way
is
that
for
bones
to
lie
?
'
Tai
n'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
numbskull
,
"
observed
Silver
.
"
Here
's
the
compass
;
there
's
the
tip-top
p
'
int
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
do
n'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
.
Aye
,
that
would
be
Allardyce
.
You
mind
Allardyce
,
Tom
Morgan
?
"
"
Aye
,
aye
,
"
returned
Morgan
;
"
I
mind
him
;
he
owed
me
money
,
he
did
,
and
took
my
knife
ashore
with
him
.
"
"
Speaking
Speaking
of
of
knives
knives
,
,
"
"
said
said
another
another
,
,
"
"
why
why
do
do
n't
n't
we
we
find
find
his
his
'n
lying
lying
round
round
?
?
Flint
war
n'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
ai
n't
a
thing
left
here
,
"
said
Merry
,
still
feeling
round
among
the
bones
;
"
not
a
copper
doit
nor
a
baccy
box
.
It
do
n't
look
nat
'
ral
to
me
.
"
"
No
,
by
gum
,
it
do
n'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
.
"
