They shipped their oars and drew long, deep breaths of relief and
satisfaction.
"Henry," said Shif'less Sol presently in a tone of great exultation, "have
you noticed that this is a shore enough gall-yun that we've took? We
didn't know it, but we jest boarded and sailed away with a real treasure
ship. Look!"
He opened a locker and took out two fine ornamented guns.
"What are these?" he said.
"Why, those are fowling pieces," replied Henry, "and they are of the very
best English make. We'll certainly borrow those, Sol."
"Yes, an' this end o' the locker is full o' powder an' shot fur 'em.
Thar's no lack o' ammunition, an' look here, Henry, at these!"
He took out of another locker three beautiful rapiers with polished hilts
and decorated scabbards.
"Spaniards like sech tools ez these," continued the shiftless one, "an'
they're mighty purty to look at, but ez fur me give me my good old
Kentucky rifle. At a hundred yards what chance would them things have
ag'in me?"
"We'll borrow them, too," said Henry. "We may have a use for them later
on. They're weapons that never have to be reloaded."
Sol drew forth one of the small swords and held it up. A shaft of
moonlight fell across the blade, and showed the keen edge.
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