He see a hofficier all bloodiness and he call hup: 'Es-tu gentiment ?' he say.
'Gentiment,' say de hofficier; 'han' you ?' 'Naicely, yank you!' mon onc' 'Lias he say.

'I will save you,' say mon onc' 'Lias--'I will save de ship of God save our greshus King.' De hofficier wipe de tears out of his face.

'De King will reward you, man alive,' he say.

Mon onc' 'Lias he touch his breast and speak out.

'Mon hofficier, my reward is here--trejous.