"I'm glad he no see dat, anyhow," muttered Mesty.
"See what!" exclaimed Jack.
"Shark eat em all." "Oh, horrid! horrid!" groaned our hero.
"Yes, sar, very horrid," replied Mesty, "and dat bullet at your head very horrid.

Suppose the sharks no take them, what then?
They kill us and the sharks have our body.

I think that more horrid still." "Mesty," replied Jack, seizing the negro convulsively by the arm, "it was not the sharks--it was I,--I who have murdered these men." Mesty looked at Jack with surprise.

"How dat possible ?" "If I had not disobeyed orders," replied our hero, panting for breath, "if I had not shown them the example of disobedience, this would not have happened.

How could I expect submission from them?
It's all my fault--I see it now-and, O God! when will the sight be blotted from my memory ?" "Massa Easy, I not understand that," replied Mesty: "I think you talk foolish-might as well say, suppose Ashantee men not make war, this not happen; for suppose Ashantee not make war, I not slave, I not run away,--I not come board Harpy--I not go in boat with you--I not hinder men from getting drunk--and dat why they make mutiny--and the mutiny why the shark take um ?" Jack made no reply, but he felt some consolation from the counter argument of the negro.
The dreadful death of the three mutineers appeared to have had a sensible effect upon their companions, who walked away from the beach with their heads down and with measured steps.