"How so?"
"Captain Moret has rallied together all the men on the ship, every man of them, and they'll come against us like an avalanche."
"They will sweep us from the ship!" cried Mr. Tyler, aghast at the prospect.
Even Dan Daly was silent. For once the Irishman could not see a bit of blue sky in the prospect.
"It's retreatin' we ought to be!" cried the Irishman.
"And have them attack our ship?"
"Faith, it's there I want to lure the spalpeens; we'd have an aisy mark on the Nashville. Shure, sir," asked Dan in an injured tone, "it wasn't afraid you thought I was?"
"No, no, Dan."
"Begorra, an' it's betther I feel. But where's Young Glory?"
"Young Glory! why, he's gone!"