`` 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 of knives , '' said another , `` why do n't we find his 'n lying 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 ` XXXXX , nor not nice , says you .
Allardyce E.S.E. Flint Island Merry doit left numbskull ral war