We have neither chart nor compass.

Hallo! here comes the mules' master." They had by this time gone two or three hundred yards from the village, and, behind them, at a brisk trot, seated on a diminutive donkey, was the Spaniard.
"Perhaps it's best he should come," Jack said.

"There will be no fear of being lost then, and if one of us gets capsized, he can help him up again." Upon the Spaniard coming up to them, he gave a sharp shout to the mules, at the same time striking the donkey on which he rode with a stick.

Instantly the mules, recognizing the signal, started into a sharp trot, the first effect of which was to tumble Hawtry from his seat into the road, Jack with difficulty saving himself by clutching wildly at the mane.
"Confound it!" Hawtry exclaimed furiously, as he regained his feet, to the Spaniard.

"Why didn't you say what you were going to be up to?
Starting the ship ahead at full speed without notice! I believe I've broken some of my ribs.