The boy came back bearing a return missive from the Englishman, who wrote:
“Monsieur Bart: I am delighted to learn that you want to fight me, and will do so. You are indeed a brave man. But—before we go for each other’s throats—pray let us breakfast together. Will you therefore take your morning meal with me, to-morrow, in my own cabin, aboard my ship? I shall expect you.
“Yours to count on,
“Middleton.”
“I do not want to accept, but I will,” mused Captain Bart. “These English fellows are far too polite.”
So, next morning, he was rowed to the British vessel and was soon breakfasting with his red-faced opponent.
After the meal the Frenchman lighted his pipe, took a few puffs, and said:
“Monsieur, I have greatly enjoyed this peaceful repast. But it is now time for me to go and sharpen my boarding-pike. I must bid you adieu.”
The Englishman smiled.
“No,” said he. “You cannot go. You are my prisoner!”
Jean Bart still smoked.