"And speaks French in the bargain, by St. George! Well, well! What is the name of that vessel you belonged to?"
"The Young Eagle."
"Privateer, eh? I thought as much."
At this he called up the ladder to the spar-deck.
"Oh, Mr. Vyse!" he said. "It was a Yankee privateer, and not the Wasp or the Hornet, or any of their navy."
I was tempted to reply something about stinging, nevertheless, but I held my tongue.
"What's your Captain's name?" was the next question.
I gave it, and the names of the three other officers, but I was interrupted.
"Well, you can tell Captain Temple, with Captain Hilton's compliments, that he is the most impudent and most reckless scamp unhanged," said the tall man, quietly.
"When shall I see him, sir?" I asked.