“Then there was times. They come pretty nigh to a fight, because Teunis and Jule argued that the skipper, being such a ladies' man, was the natural-born choice. Just as things was the warmest; Cap'n George had an idea. “'ROSY!' says he. “'Hey?' says the others. Then, 'Rosy? Why, of course, Rosy's the man.' “But Rosy wa'n't agreeable. Julius said he never see such a stubborn mule in his life. They tried every reasonable way they could to convince him, pounding him on the head and the like of that, but 'twas no go. “'I got a wife already,' he says, whimpering. 'And, besides, cap'n, there wouldn't be such a contrast in looks between you and her as there would with me.' “He meant so far as size went, but George took it the other way, and there was more trouble. Finally Julius come to the rescue. “'I tell you,' says he. 'We'll be square and draw straws!' “'W'at?' hollers George. 'Well, I guess not!' “'And I'll hold the straws,' says Jule, winking on the side. “So they drew straws, and, strange as it may seem, Rosy got stuck. He cried all night, and though the others tried to comfort him, telling him what a lucky man he was to marry a queen, he wouldn't cheer up a mite. “And next day the wedding took place in the temple in front of a wood idol with three rows of teeth, and as ugly almost as the bride, which was saying a good deal. And when 'twas over, the three shipmates come and congratulated the groom, wishing him luck and a happy honeymoon and such. Oh, they had a bully time, and they was still laughing over it that night after supper, when down comes a file of big darkies with spears, the Kanaka interpreter leading 'em. “'Cappy,' says he. 'The king say you no stay in this house no more. He say too good for you. Say, bimeby, when the place been clean up, maybe he use it himself. You got to go.' “'Who says this?' roars Cap'n George, ugly as could be. “'The king, he say it.' “'The queen, you mean. There ain't no king.' “'Yes, sir. King AND queen now. Mr. Rosy he king. All tribe proud to have witch king.' “The three looked at each other. “'Do you mean to say,' says the skipper, choking so he could hardly speak, 'that we've got to take orders from 'IM?' “'Yes, sir. King say you no mind, we make.' “Well, sir, the language them three used must have been something awful, judging by Jule's tell. But when they vowed they wouldn't move, the spears got busy and out they had to get and into the meanest, dirtiest little hut in the village, one without hardly any sides and great holes in the roof. And there they stayed all night in a pouring rain, the kind of rains you get in them islands. “'Twa'n't a nice night. They tried huddling together to keep dry, but 'twa'n't a success because there was always a row about who should be in the middle. Then they kept passing personal remarks to one another.