"You were fortunate, indeed," Bob shouted back "We had, ourselves, a narrow escape of being captured by a ship of war, near Malaga. The Alonzo is only from Cadiz, with grain and olive oil."
"Do you think there is any fear of that rascally Englishman trying to cut us out with his boats, tonight?"
"Not the slightest," Bob replied, confidently. "They would never venture on that. Those batteries on shore would blow them out of the water, and they would know very well they would not have a shadow of chance of taking us out for, even if they captured us, the batteries would send us to the bottom, in no time. Oh, no! you are perfectly safe from the frigate, here."
The Spanish captain raised his hat. Bob did the same, and both left the side of their ships.
"Well, what does he say, Bob?" the captain asked.
"I think you are in luck this time, captain, and no mistake."
"How is that, Bob?"
"She is from Lima."
"You don't say so!" the captain and Joe exclaimed, simultaneously. "Then she is something like a prize. She has got hides, no doubt; but the chances are she has a lot of lead, too, and maybe some silver.
"Ah! He is getting one of his boats in the water. I hope he is not coming off here.