r that owned the yacht,
a great big Englishman, Lord Somebody-or-other. 'The man saved your
lives.'

"'He knocked us overboard!' yells Julius.

"'Yes, and he done it a-purpose!' sputters Van Doozen, well as he could
for being so waterlogged.

"'Let's kill him!' says all three.

"'Did it on purpose!' says the lord, scornful. 'Likely he'd throw you
over and then risk his life to save you. Here!' says he to the mate.
'Take those ungrateful rascals below. Give 'em dry clothes and then set
'em to work--hard work; understand? As for this poor, brave chap, take
him to the cabin. I hope he'll pull through,' says he.

"And all the rest of the voyage, which was to Melbourne, Julius and his
two chums had to slave and work like common sailors, while Rosy, the
hero invalid, was living on beef tea and jelly and champagne, and being
petted and fanned by the lord's wife and the other women. And 'twas
worse toward the end, when he pretended to be feeling better, and could
set in a steamer-chair on deck and grin and make sarcastic remarks under
his breath to George and the other two when they was holystoning or
scrubbing in the heat.

"At Melbourne they hung around the wharf, waiting to lick him, till the
lord had 'em took up for vagrants. When they got out of the lockup they
found Rosy had gone. And his lordship had given him money and clothes,
and I don't know what all.

"Julius said that Rosy's meanness sickened him of the sea. Said 'twas
time to retire when such reptiles was afloat. So he come home and
married the scrub-woman at the Bay View House. He lived with her till
she lost her job. I don't know where he is now."

* * * * *

'Twas purty quiet for a few minutes after Jonadab had unloaded this
yarn. Everybody was busy trying to swaller his share of the statements
in it, I cal'late. Peter T. looked at the Cap'n, admiring but
reproachful.

"Wixon," says he. "I didn't know 'twas in you. Why didn't you tell me?"

"Oh," says Jonadab, "I ain't responsible. 'Twas Jule Sparrow that told
it to me."

"Humph!" says Peter. "I wish you knew his address. I'd like to hire him
to write the Old Home ads. I thought MY invention was A 1, but I'm in
the kindergarten. Well, let's go to bed before somebody tries to win the
prize from Sparrow."

'Twas after eleven by then, so, as his advice looked good, we follered
it.

THE ANTIQUERS

We've all got a crazy streak in us somewheres, I cal