“Ees any boady here?” said the same voice.
“Yes. Who’s there?” said my father.
“Aha, it is good,” came from outside. “My friends and bruders have make great meestakes and lose our vays. Can you show us to ze Ripplemouts towns?”
“Straight down to the sea and along by the cliff path east,” said my father shortly.
“Open ze doors; I cannot make myselfs to hear.”
My father repeated his instructions; there was a low murmur outside; and then there was a sharp beating on the door, as if from the hilt of a sword.
“What now?” cried my father.
“Le Capitaine Dooncane,” cried a sharp fierce voice.
“Well?” said my father. “I am Captain Duncan.”
“Open this door,” said the same voice, speaking in French.