But de Henglish laugh at demdey are safe.

'Frien' of my heart,' say de hofficier to mon onc' 'Lias, 'pilot of pilots,' he say, 'in de name of our greshus King I t'ank you--A bi'tot, good-bye!' he say.

'Tres-ba,' mon onc' 'Lias he say den, 'I will go to my privator.' 'You will go to de shore,' say de hofficier.

'You will wait on de shore till de captain and his men of de privator coum to you.

When dey coum, de ship is yours--de privator is for you.' Mon onc' 'Lias he is like a child--he believe.