"We are sorry for it, your honor, because we shipped for Palermo."
"Go forward, every one of you!" roared the mate.
"If this isn't a lawful voyage, Mr. Waterford—"
"Do you hear me?"
"We do, sir. We shipped for a lawful voyage, and—"
"Do you mean to get up a mutiny? Go forward, and attend to your duty, or I'll put every mother's son of you in irons."
"If you say we are not going a slaving, we shall be satisfied."
"I won't say anything to you," said the mate, picking up a belaying-pin.
The two passengers went below; but they immediately appeared again with revolvers in their hands. Captain Farraday picked up a handspike, and placed himself by the mate. At the same time the five Spanish and Portuguese sailors came aft, each of them armed with a handspike or some other weapon. The affair began to look serious to us, who were provided with nothing to defend ourselves with.
"My men, this is mutiny," interposed Captain Farraday.