"And that's just where I am!" exclaimed Felix. "There is only one thing in which I can beat you."
"What's that, Flix?" asked Morris, who had been too much amused to say anything before.
"In using the swate brogue of Ould Ireland, which I lairned from me modther, long life to her, though she died when I was a babby."
"Welcome to your superiority in that line, my boy; but I hoped you would forget your brogue before this time, for you have talked all the evening till now without a touch of it," added Louis.
"Forgit me brogue? Niver! I'd dhrown mesel' in half a point o' wather afore I'd forgit me modther tongue!"
"There is an opening in the land on the starboard side, just ahead of us," Scott announced. "I suppose it is the River Palmones, and there is a village on the north side of it. I missed the Guadarranque River.
"Small loss; but are we going into this river, Scott?" asked Louis.
"I guess not; I don't know the navigation, and it is not sounded on the chart of the bay. But there are some small vessels in there, for I can see their masts not half a cable's length from the shore."
"We don't want anything of them."
"There is a boat coming out of the river," said Morris.