"Slap Bang against de field." And all was anxiety about the race; but no one took any notice of the poor overseer, who lay still and motionless on the side of the dry ditch that surrounds the course. At length, seeing the poor creature broiling in the hot sun, we dismounted to help him up. "Massa," said a negro, taking his arm, "he must be well dronk dis buccra. See how him hand drop again when I lift him--supple like one new-kill snake." "Supple enough," said Dr ----, who now rode up, and felt his pulse first, and then his neck. "Poor fellow! supple as he is now, he will be soon stark and stiff enough. His neck is broken--_that's all_." "Neck broken!" said Flamingo and I in a breath, much shocked. "Yes, and dead as Julius Cæsar. But, pray, did you notice if the White Jacket and Black Cap came in?" _The man had, in very truth, actually broken his neck_. Several evenings after this, I was engaged with a fishing party, in a canoe, near the top of the harbour, at a cove where the prizes of the squadron were usually moored, previous to their being sold. It was a very fine evening, and the sun was setting gloriously in the west--as where else should he have set? Our sport had been very good, and we were thinking of taking up the grapnel. "I say, Brail," said Flamingo, "let us go and inspect the Morne Fortunee there." This was a French privateer, one of the captured vessels, that lay about a cable's length from where we were. "Come along, then--there, string the fish, Twister. Up anchor, boys, and pull for that brig." As we approached, we saw a man get into a small skiff that lay alongside, with two black fellows in it, rather hurriedly, and pull for the shore. The last rays of the evening sun shone brightly on him, as he passed us, and I had a good squint at his face. He gave me a piercing look also, and then suddenly turned away. "Eh! no, it can't be--by Mercury, but it is though! Why, there _is_ the fellow that saved my _bacon_ from the Jew at the theatre, I declare. And more than that, when I piece several floating notions together--why, Don Felix, there goes, as large as life, the Master Wilson of Montego bay." "You don't say so?" quoth Flamingo. "Stop, we have four fellows in the boat besides ourselves and the servant, and here is my gun. And Quacco there is an old soldier. Boys, give way after that boat--one dollar, if you beat him." "Hurrah! hurrah for massa!" And away we shot after the skiff, which, as yet, was proceeding very leisurely, so that we rapidly gained on it. As we came up within pistol-shot, the chase lay on his oars, and the person steering looked steadily at us. I was not so sure of him now. He had a deep scar down his left cheek, which the other had not. "Do you want any thing with me, gentlemen?" This simple question fairly posed us.