Commodore Junk — page 168: what you’re looking at

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THE GIBBET SPIT. 161 from his companion reverently went to the foot of the canvas- covered figure, while Jack went to the head, and they lifted it into the shallow trench. * And never said so much as a prayer over it!” muttered Bart to himself, as he rapidly scooped back the sand with his hands, till the lower part of his old mate’s body was covered, leaving the head instinctively to the last. He was then about to heap the sand over gravewise, but Jack stopped him, and, taking a piece of wreck wood, drew it along the place so as to leave the sand level. ‘“What are you going to do?” he said, sternly, as Bart drew his knife. “Cut a hay and a dee on that there tree,” said the man, shortly. “ No.” “Not cut his letters there?” cried Bart, in a wondering tone. ““No, man, no. Do you suppose I am going to leave him here }” Bart closed his knife with a click, and screwed up his face. “You're captain,” he said, quietly ; “ what next?” “ Back to the boat.” Bart obeyed without another word, and as they walked down over the hot sand, it was to pass several of the land- crabs, which rolled their eyes and leered at them in a goblin way till the boat was launched, the sail hoisted, and they coasted the side of the island to get round to its back, and make sure that the schooner had not cast anchor off this—one of the rendezvous for boats which had missed the schooner after being sent away upon some expedition. But their sail availed them nothing. The schooner was not off the island, and Bart looked at his companion for orders, 4 CONnnicloOol<s =)