struck by the mainboom, and by the noise it made must have been completely crushed."
"Hold your tongue!" replied Martinez.
The sailor rode on with closed mouth. "See what curious scruples this man has," said José to himself; he then added in his usual voice, "On my return I shall settle down in this charming country of Mexico, where one can enjoy, without stint, these beautiful ananas and bananas, and where one can eat off plates of gold and silver."
"Was it for this you mutinied?" asked Martinez.
"Why not, lieutenant? it was an affair of dollars."
"Ah!" exclaimed Martinez with disgust.
"And you, why did you mutiny?" inquired José.
"I! It was an affair of wounded honor. The lieutenant wished to be revenged on his captain."
"Ah!" exclaimed José with contempt.
There was not much difference between these two men whatever were their motives.
"Hold!" cried Martinez, pulling up short, "what do I see down there?"
José rode towards the edge of the cliff. "I can see no one," he replied.
"I saw a man suddenly disappear," repeated Martinez.
"Imagination!"
"I did see him," replied the lieutenant impatiently.
"Very well, look for him at your leisure," and José continued to ride on.
Martinez proceeded towards a clump of mangroves, the branches of which, taking root as they touched the ground, formed an impenetrable thicket. The lieutenant dismounted. It was a perfect solitude. Suddenly he perceived a spiral form moving about in the shade. It was a small species of serpent, the head held fast under a piece of rock, while the hinder part twisted about as if it had been galvanized.
"There has been someone here," cried the lieutenant. Guilty and superstitious, he looked around in every direction. He began to tremble. "Who, who can they be?" he murmured.
"Well! what is the matter?" asked José, who had now rejoined him.
"It is nothing," answered Martinez; "let us go on."
The evening approached. Martinez followed some paces
