"There would not be much advantage to us in building the sheds and leaving them totally empty," remarked Mitsos.
"Yes, but my dear cousin," said Elias, "where are the guns to come from? For I never yet authentically heard that they grew on the mountain-side. Muskets we have and plenty of them, but I am thinking that before a Turkish ship gets within musket-shot our sheds will be spillikins and match-wood; and, if it comes on to rain, the muskets will get rusty; but, indeed, I don't know that there will be any other result worth the mentioning."
"You can have two four-inch guns from the Revenge and two from the Sophia," said the Capsina, "for we are a little overarmed if anything. What say you, Mitsos?"
Mitsos scratched his head.
"I say that I wish there were not so many good guns lying at the bottom of the Gulf of Corinth," he said.
"Where do they lie?" asked Elias.
The Capsina sprang up.
"Indeed, the little Mitsos has no wooden head, though he thinks slower than snails walk, cousin. One ship and all its guns lie in fifteen-fathom water, not a mile from land, in the bay westward from the point of Galaxidi. I could lead you there blindfolded. Can you raise them, think you?"
"We can try," said Elias. "But if your brigs are over-armed—"
"They are not overarmed!" cried the girl. "I wish we had more guns."