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His
courage
had
come
back
as
he
spoke
,
and
some
of
the
colour
to
his
face
along
with
it
.
Already
the
others
had
begun
to
lend
an
ear
to
this
encouragement
and
were
coming
a
little
to
themselves
,
when
the
same
voice
broke
out
again
--
not
this
time
singing
,
but
in
a
faint
distant
hail
that
echoed
yet
fainter
among
the
clefts
of
the
Spy-glass
.
"
Darby
M'Graw
,
"
it
wailed
--
for
that
is
the
word
that
best
describes
the
sound
--
"
Darby
M'Graw
!
Darby
M'Graw
!
"
again
and
again
and
again
;
and
then
rising
a
little
higher
,
and
with
an
oath
that
I
leave
out
:
"
Fetch
aft
the
rum
,
Darby
!
"
The
buccaneers
remained
rooted
to
the
ground
,
their
eyes
starting
from
their
heads
.
Long
Long
after
after
the
the
voice
voice
had
had
died
died
away
away
they
they
still
still
stared
stared
in
in
silence
silence
,
,
dreadfully
dreadfully
,
,
before
before
them
them
.
"
That
fixes
it
!
"
gasped
one
.
"
Let
's
go
.
"
"
They
was
his
last
words
,
"
moaned
Morgan
,
"
his
last
words
above
board
.
"
Dick
had
had
his
his
Bible
Bible
out
out
and
and
was
was
praying
praying
volubly
volubly
.
.
He
had
been
well
brought
up
,
had
Dick
,
before
he
came
to
sea
and
fell
among
bad
companions
.
Still
Silver
was
unconquered
.
I
could
hear
his
teeth
rattle
in
his
head
,
but
he
had
not
yet
surrendered
.
"
Nobody
in
this
here
island
ever
heard
of
Darby
,
"
he
muttered
;
"
not
one
but
us
that
's
here
.
"
And
then
,
making
a
great
effort
:
"
Shipmates
,
"
he
cried
,
"
I
'm
here
to
get
that
stuff
,
and
I
'll
not
be
beat
by
man
or
devil
.
I
never
was
feared
of
Flint
in
his
life
,
and
,
by
the
powers
,
I
'll
face
him
dead
.
There
's
seven
hundred
thousand
pound
not
a
quarter
of
a
mile
from
here
.
When
did
ever
a
gentleman
o
'
fortune
show
his
stern
to
that
much
dollars
for
a
boozy
old
seaman
with
a
blue
mug
--
and
him
dead
too
?
"
But
But
there
was
no
no
sign
sign
of
of
reawakening
reawakening
courage
in
in
his
his
followers
followers
,
,
rather
rather
,
,
indeed
indeed
,
,
of
of
growing
growing
terror
at
at
the
the
irreverence
irreverence
of
of
his
his
words
words
.
.
"
Belay
there
,
John
!
"
said
Merry
.
"
Do
n't
you
cross
a
sperrit
.
"
