“And you could show us the way?”
Vince nodded again.
“Well, then, you’ll have the pleasure of being our guide there as soon as we’ve taken that confounded schooner.”
“No, I shall not,” said Vince, looking hard at Jacques. “I don’t feel as if it would be fair.”
“But you’ll have to, my lad, in the King’s name.”
“Yais, you can promise to show zem every sing, mon ami” said Jacques, smiling. “My smuggling days are ovaire, and I have been expecting zis every day zese ten years.”
“Very well, then,” said Vince: “I’ll promise to show you by land. I can’t by sea, for it’s a regular puzzle.”
“By land, then. Where is it?”
“Over yonder, on our island.”
“What, at the Crag?” cried the lieutenant.