Chapter 17 THE CHART OF MORTALLONE.

While the others drew their chairs closer, and while I spread flat the parchment-which was crinkled (by the action of salt water, maybe)-I had time to assure myself that this was the selfsame chart of which Captain Coffin had once vouchsafed me a glimpse. I remembered the shape of the island, the point marked "Cape Alderman," the strange, whiskered