These were soon found.
Each skeleton filled his goblet to the brim, and raised it aloft.
“Here’s to the Skeleton Crew of the Phantom Ship!” he said; “confusion to our enemies.”
In a moment the wine was quaffed.
The terrified servants did not know what was coming next, and looked on gasping like so many stranded fish.
“Remove the table,” said the chief; “let us have plenty of room, we have much business to do.”
“They are going to murder every mother’s son of us,” groaned Roger.
Tim began to think seriously of saying some short prayer.
But they had to swallow their own feelings and fears, nor did any of them dare speak, for behind each stood a skeleton, dagger in hand.
The table was removed to one corner of the inner servants’ hall.