"So then Foxy says, 'It is for such boy dat I am looking, good madame; dis one will be quaite suit for my work, and I will give truly gold for him, one piece of ten shilling for the cheaild, and wat you call half crown for his clothes—all dat he have. So den mine good womans, is dis one bargain?'
"Them was his very words!"
"Why, he reg'lar bought you!" cried Tad.
"Yes, in course he did. Well—my aunt she says 'No' when he asks her if that was a bargain, and she cried a bit and said somethin' about her poor dead sister's child, and cried again and said 'Yes' to Foxy, and—well—here I am!"
And the boy stuffed the last remnant of the apple dumpling into his mouth, and getting up, slung the organ over his shoulder, and took the monkey in his arms again. He was just moving away, when a harsh, hoarse voice behind Tad said angrily:
"And wat is dis dat I hear? Can it be dat de boy Anglais wat am in my care to learn de French language have once again disobey, and is speaking his mudder tongue? Ah, mine cheaild, you did not tink dat over dere, hiding and watching 'mong de rubbidge on de water side, was your master! But now who am you?" went on Renard, addressing himself to Tad, "and how come you to dis country?"
"I came on that schooner," replied the lad, pointing towards the "Stormy Petrel."
"You look not like a sailor," remarked Renard, eyeing the boy suspiciously.
"I ain't one neither," said Tad.
"Den widout doubt you shall return to Angleterre in dis same boat?" suggested the man.