to rise; and they would not put out the fire in the pillow, which
they might easily have done by the simple expedient of throwing
it over the ship's side into the sea. He himself had done this
twice, but the keeper had immediately brought a fresh pillow
already heated for the torture and forced it under his head.

His pleasures were very simple, and so few that he could not
understand why they robbed him of them so jealously. One was to
watch a green cluster of bananas that hung above him from the
awning twirling on a string. He could count as many of them as
five before the bunch turned and swung lazily back again, when he
could count as high as twelve; sometimes when the ship rolled
heavily he could count to twenty. It was a most fascinating
game, and contented him for many hours. But when they found this
out they sent for the cook to come and cut them down, and the
cook carried them away to his galley.

Then, one day, a man came out from the shore, swimming through
the blue water with great splashes. He was a most charming man,
who spluttered and dove and twisted and lay on his back and
kicked his legs in an excess of content and delight. It was a
real pleasure to watch him; not for days had anything so amusing
appeared on the other side of the prison-bars. But as soon as
the keeper saw that the man in the water was amusing his
prisoner, he leaned over the ship's side and shouted, "Sa-ay,
you, don't you know there's sharks in there?"

And the swimming man said, "The h--ll there is!" and raced back
to the shore like a porpoise with great lashing of the water, and
ran up the beach half-way to the palms before he was satisfied to