"Come," said Silver, struggling with his ashen lips to get the word out; "this won't do. Stand by to go about.This is a rum start, and I can't name the voice, but it's someone skylarking—someone that's flesh and blood,and you may lay to that."
His courage had come back as he spoke, and some of the colour to his face along with it. Already the others had begun to lend an ear to this encouragement and were coming a little to themselves, when the same voice broke out again—not this time singing, but in a faint distant hail that echoed yet fainter among the clefts of the Spy-glass.