that more satisfactory."

He came, a sorry and unfortunate specimen of a Spanish sailor. There
followed a rapid talk, in the Castilian tongue, between him and the
captain, and the latter then said:

"His story is this. They ran into the storm soon after leaving San
Juan, and could not find, or, rather, did not dare to try, for the
nearest harbor, as the seas were running too high to make it safe to
go through the narrow entrance. They had to keep on, and this caused
discontent among some of the crew.

"There was an uprising--a mutiny, and some of them tried to leave in
the boats. The brave captain would not let them, but he was
overpowered, and the mutineers, in the face of certain danger, turned
the ship to put back to a harbor which the captain had passed because
of the danger of trying to enter it in the storm."

"But how did the sailor get shot?" asked Jack.

"He worked against the mutineers--he and his comrade here," the
captain answered. "Then those who had revolted, and seized the ship,
ordered into small boats all who would not throw in their lot with
them. So these two, with only a little food and water, were put
adrift in the storm. It was almost certain death, but the boat
lived through it, and we saved them."

"But what of the ship--the passengers?" asked Cora.

"The ship most certainly foundered," declared the captain. "The next