The boys fished and lay around; and I spent most of the time in my cabin, reading a novel, and, soon after nine, I fell asleep in a frame of mind unaccountably trustful.
I suppose that I had been asleep about three hours when I was disturbed by a tremendous roar.

It was Sailor (who always slept near me) out on the cockpit with a man under his paws--his jaws at the man's throat.

I called him off, and saw that it was my pock-marked friend, with his right hand extended in the cockpit and a revolver a few inches away from it.

So far as I knew it was the only firearm on the ship.

"Let's get hold of that first, Sailor," I said, and I slipped it into my hip pocket.
"It's too bad that we can't be decent to people, Sailor, isn't it?
It makes life awfully sad," I said.
Sailor wagged his tail.
The stars were fading on the eastern islands.
"Wake up, Tom," I called, and, "wake up, Captain!" Meanwhile, I took out the revolver from my hip pocket, and held it over the man I seemed to grow more and more sorry for.
"We've not only got a mutiny aboard," I told the captain, "but we've got treason to the British Government.