"You shall all be shot!" he cried. "The general will have you killed as traitors."
But the men rowed on, despite Jose's threats.
Dan Daly had started up when he heard the noise.
"Faith, an' I know the gentleman," he said, "though it's his name that's not in my mind now."
"It's Jose Castro."
"What?"
"True, Dan. There's no killing him."
"Shure, an' there's no tellin'."
The Irishman took up one of the rifles that lay at the bottom of the boat. It was loaded. He put it to his shoulder and fired.
Bang!