"Ready!" he said. "Now, remember, old sport, we are pirates. No quarter, except to women and children. Shoot every man." "Even if he is unarmed?" inquired the Crown Prince, who had also studied strategy and tactics, and felt that an unarmed man should be taken prisoner. "Sure. We don't really shoot them, silly. Now. Get in step. "'Fifteen men on a dead man's chest Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum."

Further, the padlock had been freshly oiled, and the hinges of the grating. No unused passage this, but one kept in order and repair. For what? Bobby had adjusted the mask and thrust the knife through the belt of his Norfolk jacket. Now, folding his arms, he recited fiercely, "'Fifteen men on a dead man's chest. Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!" "A spirited song," observed old Adelbert, as before.

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.

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.

"Aye, aye, mates," said Long John, who was standing by, with his crutch under his arm, and at once broke out in the air and words I knew so well: "Fifteen men on the dead man's chest " And then the whole crew bore chorus: "Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!" And at the third "Ho!" drove the bars before them with a will.

"Fifteen men on the dead man's chest Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum! Drink and the devil had done for the rest Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!" Mr. Debrett's astonishment at this lullaby held him silent for some seconds. "You see, sir," Cecelia Anne explained, "if you can go to sleep thinking about that it shows your nerve. I can't. Not yet.

Before seeing it I had always thought that the eternal chant of the old pirate at the "Admiral Benbow," in Treasure Island: "Fifteen men on the Dead Man's Chest, Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!" referred literally to a seaman's chest, though reflection might have shown that one chest would afford rather scanty seating-ground for fifteen men.

Suddenly he the captain, that is began to pipe up his eternal song: "Fifteen men on the dead man's chest Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum! Drink and the devil had done for the rest Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!"

Suddenly he the captain, that is began to pipe up his eternal song: "Fifteen men on the dead man's chest Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum! Drink and the devil had done for the rest Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!"

The endless ballad had come to an end at last, and the whole diminished company about the camp-fire had broken into the chorus I had heard so often: "Fifteen men on the dead man's chest Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum! Drink and the devil had done for the rest Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!"