"O, I'm not afraid of the guns, Dan; only of the slave-hunters, and I cannot hide myself from them."
"You may escape if you stay in the cabin, and you can do no good here. I shall feel better to know that you are in a place of safety."
"I'm not afraid, Dan; really, I am not," replied she, earnestly.
"But you are in our way here, Lily. Do go into your cabin, and lie down in your berth."
"I will if I am in the way."
"If we have to fight, it will be right here, and I am determined to resist to the last."
"I will go;" and Dan led her to the door of her cabin.
She entered, and threw herself upon the cushions of the berth, and Dan, satisfied that she was in a place of comparative safety, turned his attention to the defence of his party.
"Can you handle a gun?" said he, turning to Quin, who appeared to be as cool and resolute as the skipper.
"Well, I done shoot some," replied Quin.