e like a bump on a log and let me and the mate put our
feet in it. You old fat 'ead! I--'

"They pitched into the cook until he got mad and hit the skipper. Then
there was a fight that lasted till they was all scratched up and tired
out. The only thing they could agree on was that Rosy was what the
skipper called a 'viper' that they'd nourished in their bosoms.

"Next morning 'twas worse than ever. Down comes the Kanaka with his
spear gang and routs 'em out and sets 'em to gathering breadfruit all
day in the hot sun. And at night 'twas back to the leaky hut again.

"And that wa'n't nothing to what come later. The lives that King Rosy
led them three was something awful. 'Twas dig in and work day in and day
out. Teunis had to get his majesty's meals, and nothing was ever cooked
right; and then the royal army got after the steward with spear handles.
Cap'n George had to clean up the palace every day, and Rosy and the
queen--who was dead gone on her witch husband, and let him do anything
he wanted to--stood over him and found fault and punched him with sharp
sticks to see him jump. And Julius had to fetch and carry and wait, and
get on his knees whenever he spoke to the king, and he helped up again
with a kick, like as not.

"Rosy took back all his own clothes that they'd stole, and then he took
theirs for good measure. He made 'em marry the three ugliest old women
on the island--his own bride excepted--and when they undertook to use a
club or anything, he had THEM licked instead. He wore 'em down to skin
and bone. Jule said you wouldn't believe a mortal man could treat his
feller creatures so low down and mean. And the meanest part of it was
that he always called 'em the names that they used to call him aboard
ship. Sometimes he invented new ones, but not often, because 'twa'n't
necessary.

"For a good six months this went on--just the same length of time that
Rosy was aboard the Emily. Then, one morning early, Julius looks out
of one of the holes in the roof of his house and, off on the horizon,
heading in, he sees a small steamer, a pleasure yacht 'twas. He lets out
a yell that woke up the village, and races head first for the Emily's
boat that had been rowed around from the other side of the island, and
laid there with her oars and sail still in her. And behind him comes Van
Doozen and Cap'n George.

"Into the boat they piled, while the islanders were getting their eyes
open and gaping at the steamer. There wa'n't