ed the rescued man as I said this, seeming to
understand what I suggested. "Abajo--abajo--go below! go below!"

He nodded his head also as he spoke, looking towards the after part of
the wreck and pointing downwards with his finger; while a shudder of
horror passed over his corpse-like face, the dark hair surrounding which
made it look all the paler.

"By Jove, I think there is something in what you say, my boy," cried the
lieutenant, moving away at once in the direction indicated as quickly as
he could, telling the coxswain to follow him. "I ought to have
overhauled the cabin before. The sea is getting up again, I notice;
and, we'll soon have to shove off from here if we wish to get back to
our own ship again!"

The moment the Spaniard saw Mr Jellaby start off on this mission, he
drew a deep breath of satisfaction.

"Buena, buena--good, good!" he murmured softly, as if talking to
himself. "Soy muy mal--I feel very ill!"

He then threw up his arms and dropped down as if he had been shot,
Corporal Macan just catching him in time, crying out in a loud tone as
he fell, louder indeed than he had yet spoken, as if giving a peremptory
order--

"Fonde el ancla!"

"Begorrah, I can't say to his ankles!" said the Irishman, not
understanding of course what he said, and mistaking the sound of the
words. "Till him they're all right, sor. Faix it's all I can do to
hould his arms, let alone his legs, sure!"

"Nonsense, Macan," I cried, not able to keep from laughing. "He didn't
say anything about his ankles, or legs either."

"Thin, what did he say, sor, if ye'll excuse me for axin?"

"`Fonde el ancla,'" I replied, "means, you donkey, to `let go the
anchor!'"

CHAPTER NINETEEN.

MUTINY OR MURDER?

"Poor fellow!" said Dr Nettleby, on my thus translating the Spaniard's
exclamation for Corporal Macan's benefit. "I'm afraid he has dropped
his anchor in real earnest."

"Oh, doctor," I cried, "you don't mean that he is dead?"

"Not quite yet, but pretty nearly so," he replied, feeling the man's
pulse again and then putting his hand to his heart. "I do wish Jellaby
would come out of that cabin; for, I should like to take our patient to
the ship at once and put him under treatment without further delay as
he's in a very bad way. I can't think what's keeping the lieutenant so
long!"

"Shall I go and see, sir?"

"I wish you would, my boy. Really, I don't like the look of the weather
at all!"

"Faix, sor,