ou must do as I bid
you. Beware of a mistake. If you take the ship out of her course we will
serve you as we served Captain Hunter."

So the voyage, which lasted until the 12th of December, began. The
life led by the men in the longboat was easy enough compared with the
terrible months of mental torture endured by the unfortunate mate.
Only that fine weather prevailed the whole time, the brig would most
assuredly have been lost, for the mutineers were utterly without
discipline, and would only furl, or set, or trim the sails just as the
humour took them. Every night Loftgreen was put in irons and left to
himself till daylight.

There was a considerable supply of wine and spirits on board, and four
out of the six Chilians were continuously drunk. Then these four vowed
that it was essential to the success of their enterprise that Loftgreen
should be murdered. The two men who did not drink were more prudent
ruffians, and knew that without their navigator they were helpless, and
so they protected him.

Very often Loftgreen, who had a fair knowledge of Spanish, had to stand
in the midst of the Chilenos whilst he was taking observations, and
listen to them debating as to whether they should take his life at once
or spare him until they reached Guam. And it was only the heroic resolve
to save the ship for his owners that prevented him from trying to escape
in a small quarter-boat, or attempting to kill the mutineers in their
sleep, and let the brig drift about the Pacific till he was sighted by
another ship.

He soon found out that the mutineers had no idea that Guam was actually
settled by the Spaniards. It is probable that they knew that Guam was
owned by Spain, but no doubt thought that the island was inhabited
only by natives, like Saipan and Rota in the same group. One of the two
mutineers, who entertained friendly feelings towards him, told him that
Mancillo's idea was to sell the brig to the islanders in return for
liberty to lead his ideal of life--eating, drinking, sleeping, and
keeping an extensive harem on one of the many islands in the North
Pacific.

At last the brig arrived at Port San Luis d'Apra, in Guam, and a
native pilot brought her to an anchor. One of the mutineers remarked to
Mancillo that he supposed they were safe, "But," said he, pointing to
some houses ashore, "those are not native houses; there are Europeans
living here."

A boat was lowered, and Mancillo, after dressing himself in Captain
H