tell Captain Rickhart he'd have a burial shortly, or put me on shore.

"I've got no fancy for that," he says, and took a look at me. I
didn't suppose he'd haul up, but he did. He'd buried two men already
down the coast, and the thing must have got on his nerves, for he
anchored overnight, and sent Craney and me to the lighthouse in a boat.

"You forfeit your passage money," he says, and told the mate to buy
what truck he could, and tell the Dago in the lighthouse he could
keep our remains.

Rickhart was a rough man, and his ship was a rotten ship. I never
knew a meaner ship, though I've known meaner men than Rickhart on the
whole.

Stevey Todd said he was going with us, and there Rickhart disagreed
with him again, and his argument was the same as before.

"You ain't," he says, and seemed to prove it, though Stevey Todd
claimed he wasn't convinced.




CHAPTER VI.

TORRE ANANIAS. WHY CAPTAIN BUCKINGHAM DID NOT GO BACK TO GREENOUGH.


When we got under the lee of the lighthouse, the keeper came