"One, two, three, four, five!--why, there are not less than fifteen or twenty men in it! And _see there!_--weapons!" As the boat pulled away from the side, the sun flashed brightly from a dozen gleaming blades.
"Cutlasses!" exclaimed Raed, turning a little pale.
I am ready to confess, that, for a moment, I felt as weak as a rag.
The vengeful gleam of the light on hostile steel is apt, I think, to give one such a feeling the first time he sees it.

The captain stood leaning on the rail, with the glass to his eye, evidently at his wits' end, and in no little trepidation.

Very likely at that moment he wished our expedition had gone to Jericho before he had undertaken it.
Raed, I think, was the first to rally his courage.

I presume he had thought more on the subject previously than the rest of us had done.
The sudden appearance of the ship had therefore taken him less by surprise than it did us.
"It looks as if they were going to board us--if we let them," he said quietly.

"That's the way it looks; isn't it, captain ?" "I should say that it did, decidedly," Capt.