Published in Short Stories 1922 It was told by Captain John to a boy from the mainland who was spending the summer on the Island, as they sat together one August evening at sunset, on a broken bowsprit which had once been a part of the Alcazar. "'Give me room!' says he, kind o' leanin' back on the crowd. 'Give me air, can't you? She's full o' dead. She's a slaver.' "Sho! I'd no idee 'twas a-gittin' on so late," said Captain John. "There ain't anybody watchin' out for me. I kin put my family under my hat, but I don' know what your folks'll think's come o' you.