“Yes, of course, Bob,” I said; and I felt quite pleased with his frankness, when if he didn’t go and spoil it all again by saying:
“I thought it would be best, because it would be nicer for you.”
Our conversation was stopped by Captain Gualtière coming up, and pointing westward.
“Look you!” he exclaimed, “see, mes amis, la Saucy Lass.”
“So it is,” cried Bigley eagerly, as he shaded his eyes, and gazed at the lugger in full sail about a couple of miles away, and making for the same point as we—“so it is: it’s father’s lugger.”
“Oui, my young frien,” said the French skipper; “and he has been to sweep ze sea to try and find you boys.”