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.
"They're such fine weepins they must hev belonged to that thar Spanish commander hisself," he said.

"After all, a thing like this mightn't be bad when you come to it right close.