[Pieces of Eight by Richard le Gallienne]@TWC D-Link bookPieces of Eight CHAPTER X 4/9
There was something definite--something which, if it was ever there at all, was there still--for in that climate the weather leaves things unperished almost as in Egypt. Sitting on the highest bluff we could find, Tom and I looked around. "That compass is somewhere among these infernal rocks--if it ever was carved there at all--that's one thing certain, Tom; but look at the rocks!" Over twenty miles of rocks north and south, and from two to six from east to west.
A more hopeless job the mind of man could not conceive. Tom shook his head, and scratched his greying wool. "I go most by the ghost, sar," he said.
"All these men had never been killed if the ghost hadn't been somewhere near.
It's the ghost I go by. Mark me, if we find the treasure it'll be by the ghost." "That's all very well," I laughed.
"But how are we going to get the ghost to show his hand? He's got such bloodthirsty ways with him." "They always have, sar," said Tom, no doubt with some ancestral shudder of voodoo worship in his blood.
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