It was a voice singing, and it seemed to be away on the distant cove:
“Oh, my name was Capt. Kidd.
When I sailed, when I sailed;
And so wickedly I did,
When I sailed, when I sailed.”
It was the famous song of the famous pirate, and it caused those men to tremble in their boots. They felt like dropping pick and spade and taking to their heels, but one of the men who stood above savagely motioned for them to go on with the work.
The wind rose to a shriek, full of mockery. The surf boomed in the distance.
Slowly the sailors picked up the pick and spade and resumed their work, but they were trembling now.
The sound of singing came nearer and nearer, as if Kidd himself were approaching the spot, singing at the top of his voice as he advanced.
The men grew more and more nervous as the sound came nearer, but still the man above motioned for them to go on.