“And you sall be—?”
“Vincent Burnet.”
“Aha, yaas. I introduce myself—Capitaine Jacques Lebrun, at your sairvice, and ze brearkfas vait. You are vairy moshe ready?”
“Yes,” said Vince boldly; “I want my breakfast very badly.”
“Aha, yaas; and votre ami, he vill vant his. You do not runs avay?”
“Not till after breakfast,” said Vince, smiling.
“No? Dat is good. You are von brave. Zen ve vill put avay ze carving knife and not have out ze pistol. En avant! You know ze vay to ze salle-à-manger. You talk ze Français, bose of you. Aha?”
“I can understand that,” said Vince. “So can he. N’est-ce pas, Mike?”
A short nod was given in response, and the French captain clapped them both on the shoulders, gripping them firmly and urging them along.
“It is good,” he said. “I am so bien aise to see my younger friend. Up vis you!”