"You 'd take a chance?"
"Oui, M'sieur. I wait till dark, no more, den I take ze chance. But ze Capitaine, he no sailor, M'sieur; I know heem long while."
"How long?"
"Oh, seek, eight year."
"Then you can tell me if he is really Judge Henley's son?"
"Oui, M'sieur; 'tis sure I can. I hav' been with heem there," his brown hand outstretched landward, "where we got you, hey, many the time; besides, the Judge he been on zis sheep. Of course he was son; why you think not?"
I shook my head, unwilling to discuss the affair with the fellow, yet impressed by his statement.
"I am beginning to believe I do not know very much about it, Broussard," I explained briefly, moving aside to the rail. "I came down South with another story pumped into me, that's all."
"And ze young woman," he persisted, following me closely, "why she come?"
"For the same reason I did."