"What are you youngsters about there?" shouted the first mate, who, although it was his watch, was half tipsy.  "Go below, and turn in; I'll not have chattering monkeys like you disturbing the discipline of the ship."  Jerry and I hesitated about obeying, and Jerry whispered to me that he would go and call Mr Brand.  But the mate sung out, "Mutiny! mutiny!  Go to your own kennels, you young hounds!" and ordered some of the watch on deck to carry out his commands.  We could not help ourselves, so we went below, and turning into our berths very soon fell asleep.