The Arran was captured; that was all that could be said of it.

She had been bravely defended; and the "honors were even," though the fortunes of the day were against the Arran and her ship's company.
"Allow me to introduce myself as the commander of the United States steamer Bronx," said Christy, approaching the fallen captain of the Arran.

"I sincerely hope that you are not seriously injured, sir." "Who under the canopy are you ?" demanded the commander of the prize, as he looked at the young officer with something like contempt in his expression.
"I have just informed you who under the canopy I am," replied Christy, not pleased with the manner of the other.

"To be a little more definite, I am Captain Christopher Passford, commander of the United States steamer Bronx, of which the Arran appears to be a prize." "The captain!" exclaimed the fallen man.

"You are nothing but a boy!" "But I am old enough to try to be a gentleman.