"I did not."
"I will swear that you did!" protested the Scotchman.
"I did not. When I told you my name was Belgrave, you said I must have come from Belgravia; and I added that I came from Von Blonk Park, which is quite true now as it was then."
"But where can Von Blonk be except in Holland?"
"It can be, and is, in the State of New Jersey, quite near to the city of New York, in the United States of America," replied Louis, stating the details very slowly so that the prisoner could understand them.
"That accounts for it!" exclaimed Gray. "You are Yankees, and you would climb a greased rainbow, or the North Pole with the ice a foot thick on it. If I had known you were Yankees, I should have put you on shore in the Palmones River, for I should have known you would play off some trick on us," said Gray, disgusted to the last degree with his present situation.
"You played off a scabby trick upon our party, and I can assure you that I am very happy to get even with you at your own game," replied Louis, as he heard the speed bell jingle, indicating that the Salihé was very near the New Mole.
"I suppose the commander of the Guardian-Mother, as you call her, is also a Yankee," continued Gray.
"He is; and also from Von Blonk Park."
"Then his teeth are sharp enough to bite off a tenpenny nail. What do you suppose he will do with us?"