"Just hexplain it," said Hart, as he helped himself to a chew. "Say, 'Hout o' this!'"
"It means you've got to go," said Simcox; "you can't be allowed to stay in the best part of our island."
"Goddam," cried the Frenchman, with his hand in his hair. "I spik English, two, tree word: pilote, feesh, shannel, owaryo!"
"Owaryo?" asked Simcox.
"That's his way o' sayin' 'How are you?'" interjected Hart, who was contemptuously sizing up the French sailors.
"Ah, how are you?" said Simcox.
"Owaryo," replied the French captain, smiling.
"Very well, thanks," said Simcox; "but I'm the ambassador."
"Ma foi, ambassadeur! You spik Français?"
"And you've just got to get," added Simcox.