"You don't mean it?"
"I do; you wouldn't believe me when I said we were a thousand miles south of the straits."
"Well, where are we bound? That's the question."
"I don't know."
"We all shipped for Palermo, and up the Mediterranean. I don't understand it."
"Nor I; but the mate is wicked enough to do anything. I am satisfied we are not bound to Palermo."
The whole crew were soon engaged in the discussion. The Spanish and Portuguese sailors laughed, and looked wise; others didn't care where we were bound; but the half dozen Americans were really troubled at the situation.
"Don't grumble," said Martino, the Spaniard. "We make gran fortune out of this cruise."
"How?" demanded Sanderson.
"No importa," chuckled the Spaniard. "Make gran pile of money on this cruise."