One after another they slowly filed up the gangway.
There were not less than forty of them, and it may be imagined that their appearance created a great sensation.
"Spaniards!" cried Captain Miles. "Why, it's a regular army."
"Widout arms, Yer Honor," said Dan. "It's meself has their guns and swords."
"This is most extraordinary, and what's this?"
"I report myself returned, sir."
"Young Glory!"
The skipper staggered back a few paces, he was so astounded.
"There are about forty rifles and as many cutlasses in the boats below, sir."
"They must be brought on board at once."