Cap'n George had to clean up the palace every day, and Rosy and the
queen--who was dead gone on her witch husband, and let him do anything
he wanted to--stood over him and found fault and punched him with sharp
sticks to see him jump. And Julius had to fetch and carry and wait, and
get on his knees whenever he spoke to the king, and he helped up again
with a kick, like as not.

"Rosy took back all his own clothes that they'd stole, and then he took
theirs for good measure. He made 'em marry the three ugliest old women
on the island--his own bride excepted--and when they undertook to use a
club or anything, he had THEM licked instead. He wore 'em down to skin
and bone. Jule said you wouldn't believe a mortal man could treat his
feller creatures so low down and mean. And the meanest part of it was
that he always called 'em the names that they used to call him aboard
ship. Sometimes he invented new ones, but not often, because 'twa'n't
necessary.

"For a good six months this went on--just the same length of time that
Rosy was aboard the Emily. Then, one morning early, Julius looks out
of one of the holes in the roof of his house and, off on the horizon,
heading in, he sees a small steamer, a pleasure yacht 'twas. He lets out
a yell that woke up the village, and races head first for the Emily's
boat that had been rowed around from the other side of the island, and
laid there with her oars and sail still in her. And behind him comes Van
Doozen and Cap'n George.

"Into the boat they piled, while the islanders were getting their eyes
open and gaping at the steamer. There wa'n't no time to get up sail, so
they grabbed for the oars. She stuck on the sand just a minute; and, in
that minute, down from the palace comes King Rosy, running the way he