They exchanged some remarks in the Erse tongue; then Longsword turned to Ethan.
“This,” said he formally, “is Rory McHale, captain of the lugger, Erin, now lying at Brest.” Then, speaking to McHale, he went on: “And this is Mr. Ethan Carlyle, in the service of the Confederated Colonies of America.”
The two thus introduced shook hands, and McHale said:
“Faith, sir, the tide have turned at last; ye’ll bate the English, so ye will; for ye have the French with ye now, and that is all ye needed.”
“I trust that you are right,” said the lad. “England will now be forced to divide her attention between the Colonies and France; and so our chances will be increased.”
“Are ye riding to Brest, may I ask?” inquired the Irishman.
“We are,” answered Ethan.
“So am I; and if it’s not pushing meself for’ard too much I’ll be glad to ride in your company, sir.”
“You are very welcome, Captain McHale. You are going to join your vessel, I suppose.”
“I am. She is all ready for another cruise, and I’ve been to Paris to see her owners and get instructions.”