Pluto-ma Nesia 32
32. The Treasure-hunt--The Voice Among the Trees
_32. U Cerka de pluto-ma - u voka inter plu dendro
_Un holo grega pa gene sedi, po-kron mu pa ki a margina de akro de monti.
Silver, as he sat, took certain bearings with his compass.
_Silba tem sedi pa gene plu certa metri per nordi-me.
"There are three 'tall trees'" said he...
_An pa dice, "Tri 'alti dendro' es la."
"I don't feel sharp, "growled Morgan. "Thinkin' o' Flint..."
Margan pa dice, "Mi ne este hedo tem plu idea de Flinti."
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:
_U voka - debili, alti-freqe, e tremulo - komen kanta per plu boni ge-ski verba subito ex meso de plu dendro ante na:
"Fifteen men on the dead man's chest--
Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!"
_"Mo-penta epi teka de morta-an -
Jo-ho-ho e u botilia ko rum*!"
"It's Flint..." cried Merry.
_Meri pa dice fo-soni: "Id es Flinti!"
The song had stopped as suddenly as it began...
_U kanta sto dice tali subito de; id pa komen.
Still Silver was unconquered.
_Kron-la Silva pa du este koragi.
"Shipmates," he cried, "I'm here to get that stuff, and I'll not be beat by man or devil... There's seven hundred thousand pound not a quarter of a mile from here..."
_An pa dice fo-soni, "Panto navi ami, mi es ci tende gene plu-la ra. Id es septi-centi-kilo unita; qi es simpli mo-su-tetra unita ab ci."
The thought of the money, as they drew nearer, swallowed up their previous terrors.
_Un idea de valuta pa sto este de fobo ex mu, tem mu ki ma proxi.
"Huzza, mates, all together!" shouted Merry; and the foremost broke into a run.
_Meri pa dice fo-soni, "Koragi, panto ami, pro alelo! Po-co an pa sti ki per dromo.
And suddenly, not ten yards further, we beheld them stop.
_Po-co na pa vide proxi deka braki-unita; mu pa sto ki.
Before us was a great excavation, not very recent...
_U mega ge-fosi loka es ante na. Id ne habe forti neo.

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