"No? Well, Nathaniel Spiggs was his name. However, to continue our tale. There we was, our cargo all aboard an' waitin' on'y for the mornin' light to leave to sea. It was a windin', tortuss channel outer that harbor, not to be navvergated at night by no ship of our size, an' the skipper was readin' the Bible in his cabin. He liked to read a few chapters afore turnin' in of a night, an' to my joy he used to invite me to sit 'n' listen to him, an' many a time in after life I'd be minded of my old skipper o' the _Tropic Zone_, an' the mem'ry of his monitions fr'm the Bible was surely a great bullerk to me agin terrible temptations. "An' while he's sittin' there, balancin' his specks an' readin' to me, 'n' stoppin' to expound now 'n' agin where mebby my young intellergence couldn't assimmerlate it, the mate comes down 'n' salutes 'n' says: 'Sir, there's some people on the beach makin' signs o' distress--on horseback.' An' the skipper, arter a few cusses, which was on'y nacheral at bein' disturbed in his pious occupation, he sets the Bible back in his bunk an' goes up on deck. An' me with him. "An' there they are. An' behold, as we look, we see--my eyes bein' young an' marvellous sharp in them days was the fust--afar up the mountainside--to descry a band o' people ridin' wildly down to the valley an' makin' what must 'a' been all manner o' loud noises, judgin' by the way they waved their arms an' guns, on'y they was too far away to be heard. An' the capt'n gets out his night-glasses." "Excuse me, Mr. Green," says Wallie, "but what is a night-glass?" "A glass you look through at night is a night-glass. Don't all the grand sea-stories speak o' night glasses?" "That's why I ast. But, excuse me--please go on," says Wallie. "An' who should they turn out to be on the beach, wavin' dolorous-like signals o' distress, but the don hidalgo an'--I forget mebby to mention her afore--the don's lovely daughter! An' with them is four sumpter-mules, an' the sumpter-mules, when we goes 'n' gets 'em off in a boat, turns out to be loaded down with gold 'n' jewels. The million dollars in gold we'd brought for the Yunzano water 'n' all the jewels the noble don's fam'ly has been savin' up for hundreds o' years is on the mules.