Sheer above us rose the Spyglass , here dotted with single pines , there black with precipices . There was no sound but that of the distant breakers , mounting from all round , and the chirp of countless insects in the brush . Not a man , not a sail , upon the sea ; the very largeness of the view increased the sense of solitude . Silver , as he sat , took certain bearings with his compass . `` There are three ` tall trees ' '' said he , `` about in the right line from Skeleton Island . ` Spy-glass shoulder , ' I take it , means that lower p ` int there . It 's child 's play to find the stuff now . I 've half a mind to dine first . '' `` I do n't feel sharp , '' growled Morgan . `` Thinkin ' o ' Flint -- I think it were -- as done me . '' `` Ah , well , my son , you praise your stars he 's dead , '' said Silver . `` He were an ugly devil , '' cried a third pirate with a shudder ; `` that blue in the face too ! '' `` That was how the rum took him , '' added Merry . `` Blue ! Well , I reckon he was blue . That 's a true word . '' Ever since they had found the skeleton and got upon this train of thought , they had spoken lower and lower , and they had almost got to whispering by now , so that the sound of their talk hardly interrupted the silence of the wood . All of a sudden , out of the middle of the trees in front of us , a thin , high , trembling voice struck up the well-known air and words : `` Fifteen men on the dead man 's chest -- Yo-ho-ho , and a bottle of rum ! '' I never have seen men more dreadfully affected than the pirates . The colour went from their six faces like enchantment ; some leaped to their feet , some clawed hold of others ; Morgan grovelled on the ground .
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