“You don’t mean that!” said Vince, with a laugh that was very artificial.
“Aha! I do not mean? You vill see I mean. I sall see you vill sit down.”
“No,” said Vince firmly. “I am not frightened, and I insist upon going now.”
“It is so? How you go?”
“Out by the passage yonder.”
“Faith of a good man, no. I say to myselfs, ‘People have come down zere, and it muss not be,’ so ze place is stop up vis big stone—so big you nevaire move zem. But zere’s ze ozaire vay.”
“Well, we will go the other way,” said Vince firmly. “Ready, Mike?”
“Yes, I’m ready,” said Mike, pressing to his side.
“You know ze ozaire vay, my young friend?” said the captain.
“No: how do you go?”