“Look here,” said Vince fiercely: “you’ve got to do what Michael Ladelle says, and to tell my father too.”
“Nay, my lad; that arn’t no lorful business of mine.”
“Do you mean to say that you will not tell?”
“Ay, my lad: I’m sorry for you both, proper lads as you are; but you would come, and it’s no fault o’ mine.”
“You Joe,” cried Vince angrily: “if you do not warn them above where we are, you’ll never be able to live on the island again, and you’ll be severely punished.”
“Who’s to tell agen me?” said the old man sharply.
“Why, I shall, and Mike here, of course.”
“When?” said Daygo, in a peculiar tone of voice.
“As soon as ever we get back; and you’ll be punished. I suppose Captain Jacques here will have sailed away.”
“Soon as you get back, eh, young gen’lemen? Did Capen Jarks say as he was going to send you home?”