ant voice from above, and a round, jolly face appeared.
"Sam Gumbert, Captain Marcale has ordered the ship to return to Hilo," said Oliver. "We want you to look to it that the mate carries out his orders."
"By the crown, what does it mean?" came in tones of wonderment. "Has the captain changed his mind about you?"
"He has."
"I wish he would change his mind about me," growled Gumbert. "I am sick of this craft already. I was told there were other Englishmen aboard, but there are not."
"We were taken on board against our will. The captain is now going to return to Hilo. When we get back I fancy you will have all the chance you want to leave the ship," said Oliver, with a laugh.
"In that case I'll see that orders are carried out—or tell you," answered the English tar.
We waited anxiously for fifteen minutes after the mate left the hatch opening. During that time the Viscount kept on the course she had been pursuing. Evidently Larvello was consulting with those under him.
"Perhaps he won't mind orders," I suggested.
"If he don't, it will cost Captain Marcale his
