“Have you ever been to Saint Pierre?” Archie asked.
“That I has!” Skipper Bill ejaculated; “an’ much t’ the grief o’ Saint Pierre.”
“They’ve a jail there, I’m told.”
“Sure ’tis like home t’ me,” said Skipper Bill. “I’ve been in it; an’ I’m told they’ve an eye open t’ clap me in once more.”
Archie laughed again.
“Jus’ t’ help a poor man take back his own without troublin’ the judges,” Bill urged.
The lad hesitated.
“Sure, I’ve sore need o’ your limber French tongue,” said Bill. “Sure, b’y, you’ll go along with me, will you not?”
“Why don’t you go to law for your own?” Archie asked, with a little grin.
“Law!” Bill o’ Burnt Bay burst out. “’Tis a poor show I’d have in a court at Saint Pierre. 145 Hut!” he snorted. “Law!––for a Newfoundlander in Saint Pierre!”