As soon as the pirates were gone, we went up to Silva and asked him what had occurred.  His rage and indignation, added to the pain he was suffering, almost prevented him from speaking.  "Partly because I did not like to see so much blood shed, and partly because the captain was jealous of me, he had, I discovered, resolved to get rid of me," he replied, stamping on the ground.  "I, however, was always on my guard. Many of the people liked me and trusted me, and I got information of all he intended to do.  He, however, it seems, had his spies, who got into the confidence of some of my people, and the captain saw that we were very likely to become the strongest party.  Some of his allies took the occasion of your being put on shore to accuse me of having favoured you for my own ends.  Words quickly led to blows.  My friends rallied round me, but some of those I could best trust were sent away in the boat with you.  The captain's party made a rush forward, and, wounded and bleeding, I was seized.  They would have killed me at once, but my friends declared that if I was hurt they would blow up the vessel and all hands together.  I doubt if they would have kept their word. However, the captain agreed to spare my life, and to put me on shore with you, if they would not create any further disturbance.  This they very quickly agreed to, the cowards, and so, here am I, lately as free and independent as any of them, left to share the fate of those whose lives they considered it a great favour to have spared."