‘If they ever thought of it they soon changed their minds,’ said the former. ‘The defeat of their comrades in the west, and the apathy of the peasantry here, would have cooled down warmer ardour than theirs. There they go, Tom. I only hope that they’ll fall in with Warren’s squadron, and French insolence receive at sea the lesson we failed to give them on land.’ ‘Not so,’ rejoined the younger; ‘Humbert’s capitulation, and the total break up of the expedition, ought to satisfy-even your patriotism.’ ‘It fell far short of it, then!’ cried the other. ‘I’d never have treated those fellows other than as bandits and freebooters. I’d have hanged them as highwaymen. Theirs was less war than rapine; but what could you expect? I have been assured that Humbert’s force consisted of little other than liberated felons and galley-slaves--the refuse of the worst population of Europe!’ Distracted with the terrible tidings I had overheard--overwhelmed with the sight of the ships, now glistening like bright specks on the verge of the horizon, I forgot my own position--my safety--everything but the insult thus cast upon my gallant comrades. ‘Whoever said so was a liar, and a base coward, to boot!’ cried I, springing down from the height and confronting them both where they stood. They started back, and, seizing their guns, assumed an attitude of defence, and then, quickly perceiving that I was alone--for the boy had taken to flight as fast as he could--they stood regarding me with faces of intense astonishment. ‘Yes,’ said I, still boiling with passion, ‘you are two to one, on your own soil besides, the odds you are best used to; and yet I repeat it, that he who asperses the character of General Humbert’s force is a liar.’ ‘He’s French.’ ‘No, he’s Irish,’ muttered the elder. ‘What signifies my country, sirs,’ cried I passionately, ‘if I demand retraction for a falsehood.’ ‘It signifies more than you think of, young man,’ said the elder calmly, and without evincing even the slightest irritation in his manner. ‘If you be a Frenchman born, the lenity of our Government accords you the privilege of a prisoner of war. If you be only French by adoption, and a uniform, a harsher destiny awaits you.’ ‘And who says I am a prisoner yet?’ asked I, drawing myself up, and staring them steadily in the face.