"And there are more yarns of buried treasure among the keys than there are keys.

For instance didn't old Caesar, the negro pirate, hang out here, somewhere ?" Milo laughed again, this time with a maddening tolerance.
"Oh, Caesar ?" said he.

"To be sure.

He's as much a legend of these keys as Lafitte is of New Orleans.

He was an escaped slave, who scraped together a dozen fellow-ruffians, black and white and yellow--mostly yellow--about a century ago, and stole a long boat or a broken-down sloop, and started in at the trade of pirate.