dory, _The Betsey_, was "the biggest fish-trap in any waters
thereabouts," the old man told them. And it happened that the net held an
unusually large catch that day. Barrels and barrels of flapping squid and
mackerel were emptied into the big motor boat anchored alongside of it.

At a word from Uncle Darcy, an obliging fisherman in oilskins held out
his hand to help the children scramble over the side of _The Betsey_
to a seat on top of the cabin where they could have a better view. All
the crew were Portuguese. The man who helped them climb over was Joe
Fayal, father of Manuel and Joseph and Rosa. He stood like a young brown
Neptune, his white teeth flashing when he laughed, a pitchfork in his
hands with which to spear the goosefish as they turned up in the net, and
throw them back into the sea. If nothing else had happened that sight
alone was enough to mark it as a memorable afternoon.

Nothing else did happen, really, except that on the way out, Uncle Darcy
finished the story begun on the Green Stairs and on the way back told
them another. But what Richard remembered ever after as seeming to have
happened, was that _The Betsey_ suddenly turned into a Brigantine.
Perched up on one of the masts, an unseen spectator, he watched a mutiny
flare up among the sailors, and saw that "strutting, swaggering villain,
John Quelch, throw the captain overboard and take command himself." He
saw them hoist a flag they called "Old Roger," "having in the middle of
it an Anatomy (skeleton) with an hour-glass in one hand and a dart in the
heart with three drops of blood proceeding from it."

He heard the roar that went up from all those bearded throats--(wonderful
how Uncle Darcy's thin, quavering voice could sound that whole chorus)----

"Of all the lives, I ever say,