Then I made my way forward and sat down against the bulwark, as if nigh done up, till night came.

That night as I lay in my bunk I heard the men talking in whispers together.

I judged from what they said that they intended to wait for another week, when they expected to enter Magellan Straits, and then to attack and throw the officers overboard.

Nothing seemed settled as to what they would do afterwards.

Some were in favor of continuing the voyage to port, and there giving out that the captain and officers had been washed overboard in a storm; when, if all stood true to each other, the truth could never be known, although suspicions might arise.