“Prisonaires! Faith of a good man! You sink I treat you like prisonaires, and have you to dinnaire and talk to you vis bonnes conseilles like ze papa?”
“You are taking us away, and making every one who cares for us think we are dead.”
“C’est dommage—it is a great pitee, my young friend; but, you see, I have a large propertee at ze caverne. It is vort tousand of pounds, and ze place is vair useful to me and ze confrère who come to take it somevere else.”
“What, are there more of you?” blurted out Vince.
“Eh? You nevaire mind. But I cannot part vis my store, and I vant ze place to go to ven I bring a cargo.”
“But we’ll promise you on our words that we will not betray it to any one, if you set us ashore.”
“Aha! Not to have anozaire kick at notre bon Joseph, eh?”
“No, not even to serve Joe Daygo out,” said Vince. “An old wretch! But he deserves it.”
“And faith of a gentlemans, on your word of honneur, you vould not tell vere ze contraband is kept?”
“On our honour, as gentlemen, we would not: would we, Mike?”