"Sure, an' that's thrue for you, for I've seed thim at it whin I was asleep mesilf."
"We can git Jericho to bar down the cabin door, Terry, an' then you an' I can seize the two on deck."
"Aisy enough—so it is. They'll all be dead asleep—so they will."
"Wal, thar we'll have them; an' then I hope to be able to bring a pressure on the natyves of these regions by which I may git my friend out of their clutches."
"Sure, an' I don't onderstand ye at all, at all."
"Why, I'll have these six Acadians prisoners, an' then I'll sail up off Grand Pré, an' threaten to cut the throats of all of them if they don't send off Motier to me in ten minutes."
"Tare an' ages!" cried Terry. "Whoroo! but isn't that the plan? It is. It bates the wurruld—so it does. An whin'll ye begin, captain darlint?"
"To-night," said Zac.