"Wal, I don't want to be settin' myself up," replied Captain Asy, "but if it's the wish"--he glanced round the circle, and ascertained that it was the wish. Whereupon, clearing his throat and assuming a quarter-deck frown, he asked, in majestic tones, "What is your name, prisoner?" The dark eyes looked intelligence. "Name, honourable captains? Giorgios Aristides Evangelides Paparipopoulos." "Great Andes!" exclaimed Captain Asy. "We've got the whole archipelago, and no mistake. What do they _call_ ye? Hey?" "Ah!"--the brown face flashed into a bewildering smile, an ivory revelation. "Call me? Jim!" The captains breathed again. "That's more civilized!" said Captain Asy. "Now, you Jim, what have you got to say for yourself?" It appeared that Jim had a great deal to say for himself. He was not happy, he must inform the honourable captains. He complained of his quarters, of his jailer, of his fare. He had, it was true, stolen a hen, being very hungry and having no money to seek the so honourable hotel. The hen was almost uneatable, but--he had stolen her. He had been condemned to three months' imprisonment in the jail, and it was well. But--here he waxed eloquent, pathetic. "I haf been in jail, honourable captains, before. Never for great offence, but--I have been. But never like zis! Ze rain come in upon my bed. I try to shut ze door, for ze wind blow at me, but he not shut. I sleep, and ze ship come in ze door and eat me." "Hold on there!" said Captain Asy. "What do you mean by that? Hey? Ship come in the door?" "Yes, honourable captain; t'ree gre't big ship. I hear 'baa! baa!' I wake suddainlee, and zey are eat my foot." "Sheep, he means!" the jailer explained. "The' warnt but two, I guess. Fact, they got a way o' wand'rin' int' the jail, but they wouldn't ha' hurt him any. He's dretful skeered for one that's knocked about pooty nigh the world over, from what he says." "But!" the prisoner maintained, turning a candid face upon the court; "is it a jail--for ship to walk in and eat--what you say neeble--ze foots of prisoners?" "No! no! 'taint!" "That's so!" "He's right, gentlemen!" came from the assembled captains. "Zen," Jim continued, "ze mess! Salted backbone of hog--must I eat always zis? Never for t'ree mont's ozer sing? Honourable captains, I die." "Wal!" said Sefami Bunt, with a hint of bluster in his voice, "I guess if backbone's good enough for me, it's good enough for him! 'Twas a good hawg! and, anyway, I've got to use it!" "Sold the rest and salted down the backbone for yourself and prisoner?" queried Captain Asy Bean. The jailer nodded, and repeated in an injured tone: "'Twas a good hawg! Anybody could ha' seen him fattenin' any time they mind to pass by."