"Ah! it's himself would be the sad man if he could see his own people now."
"Never mind about that, Dan, this is a fine ship, and don't you forget it."
Dan shrugged his shoulders scornfully, and put a plug of tobacco in his mouth.
"Arrah! it's the little boat for me."
"But think of their guns."
"What of them?"
"Why, they've two ten-inch breech-loading rifles, and she has between thirty and forty quick firing guns."
"An' faith, we have eight."
"That's so."
"An' enough," answered Dan, obstinately. "One American equals ten Spaniards. That's my way of looking at it, so, begorra, eight guns equal eighty. Shure, an' it's all in our favor."