“And my father would have him locked up, and tried for what he has done.”
“Yes,” said Vince, nodding his head; “Joe won’t speak—you may depend upon that. Why, Mike, while we were fishing for that crab, and were so still, some one must have come across the cave behind us and never known we were there.”
“Yes, and then we were caught as fast as the crab was and—”
“Eh bien, mes enfans, my good boy, are you hungry for your dinner?”
“Not very,” said Vince, turning sharply as the skipper came silently up behind them. “We feel as if we should like to dine at home.”
“Aha! You not mean zat, my bon garçon. Not ven I ask you to have dine vis me. Let us go and demand vat ze cook man—ze chef—have to give us, for it is long time since ze déjeuner and ve have much to do after. Come, sheer up, as ze sailor Anglais say. You like ze sea?”
“Yes,” said Vince; “both of us do.”
“And you can reef and furl ze sail?”
“Yes, we’ve often been in a boat.”
“Brava! it is good; and, aha! ze brave cook go to prepare ze cabin for ze dinnaire. You sall bose be my compagnie cet—to-day.”