"Mon Dieu, Monsieur, would you kill me who have a family ?" "What's a customs inspector, more or less ?" asked the terrible islander, laughing.

"I advise you not to ask me to let you look into the other gun, out of consideration for your family.

It has hair triggers, and my fingers tremble." "Monsieur, Monsieur, you do wrong to trifle with the law.

I shall be obliged to report you.

You will be arrested." "Nothing of the kind," was the retort.