were inactive all the time the
pirates were coming nearer after the first warning of their unexpected
approach.

No, on the contrary, we made every preparation, with the means at our
disposal, to receive them with proper respect.

"Begorra, if they'd ownly tould us afore we lift the ould country we'd a
had some big guns, too," said Tim Rooney as he blazed away at a chap
with a red sash on in the prow of the proa, taking aim at him with one
of the Martini-Henry rifles that had been brought up by the captain from
his cabin. "So, me hearties, ye'll have to take the will for the dade,
an' this little lidden messenger, avic, to show as how we aren't
onmindful av ye, sure, an' that there's no ill falin' atwane us!"

Yes, we had made every preparation.

The moment Captain Gillespie was assured that the the pirates--towards
whom he had conceived a deadly hatred, although believing them lost in
the storm that had caught us--were coming again in chase of our
unfortunate ship, he woke up once more into his old animated self, his
nose twisting this way and that as he sniffed and snorted, full of
warlike energy.

"I'll soon teach 'em a lesson," he cried cheerily to Mr Mackay. "When
they tackle Jock Gillespie, they'll find their match; and, ye know, when
I say a thing I mean a thing!"

Thereupon he bounced down the companion, telling Jerrold and me to
follow him; which, as may be supposed, we did with the greatest
alacrity, "Old Jock" not often inviting us to his sanctum.

"Here, lads," he said, emptying out an old arm-chest which was stowed
under his bunk on to the floor, "lend a hand, will ye?"

Of course we did "lend the hand" he requested thus politely in a tone of
command, only too glad to overhaul the stock of weapons tumbled out all
together from the chest.

There were a couple of Martini-Henry rifles, sighted for long ranges;
three old Enfields of the pattern the volunteers used to be supplied
with some years ago; a large bore shot-gun; and a few revolvers of
various sorts--one of the latter making my eyes glisten at the sight of
it, for it was just suited to me, I thought.

The captain seemed to anticipate my wish, even before I could give it
utterance.

"Do ye know how to fire a pistol?" he asked Jerrold and me, looking from
one to the other of us, with a profound sniff of interrogation. "Have
either of ye handled ere a one before?"

"Oh, yes, sir," said I; while Tom Jerrold laughed.

"Don't you remembe