“'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.