"Heave to, you young jackanapes, or we will sink you," sung out a man from forward.  The doctor was attending to one of the wounded natives, so they did not observe him, perhaps.  Although the command was issued in a very uncomplimentary style, Jerry and I agreed that it would be useless to disobey it; so going about, while he stood at the helm, I ran forward and let fly the jib-sheet, while the foresail remained to windward.