"Enough, sir, if we take them all."
"And the ship, Young Glory?"
"The men are not wanted here, sir. It's useless working the guns, because we can't do any damage with them, and the Spaniards won't attempt to board us."
"It must be done. There's nothing else left."
Mr. Tyler shouted forth his orders. All was excitement now. When the men knew what decision had been come to they were delighted, for desperate though the undertaking appeared to be, it was better than staying on the ship to be sunk with it.
On the weather side of the ship the boats were manned.
Lieut. Tyler, in person, led the attack, and his forces counted, all told, about one hundred and fifty men.
"A handful," said Young Glory.
"Maybe," said Dan, laughing, "but, begorra! the hand isn't made that'll squeeze us."
The Spaniards, strangely enough, made no effort to oppose the landing. Probably they thought the prey so easy of capture that they wished to tackle them at close quarters. Not a shot was fired as the boats rowed towards the shore.