Ye've a French soldier's coat upon your back and a Scotch tongue in your head, to be sure; but so has many an honest fellow in these days, and I dare say none the worse of it." "So ?" said the gentleman in the fine coat: "are ye of the honest party ?" (meaning, Was he a Jacobite?
for each side, in these sort of civil broils, takes the name of honesty for its own).
"Why, sir," replied the captain, "I am a true-blue Protestant, and I thank God for it." (It was the first word of any religion I had ever heard from him, but I learnt afterwards he was a great church-goer while on shore.) "But, for all that," says he, "I can be sorry to see another man with his back to the wall." "Can ye so, indeed ?" asked the Jacobite.

"Well, sir, to be quite plain with ye, I am one of those honest gentlemen that were in trouble about the years forty-five and six; and (to be still quite plain with ye) if I got into the hands of any of the red-coated gentry, it's like it would go hard with me.

Now, sir, I was for France; and there was a French ship cruising here to pick me up; but she gave us the go-by in the fog--as I wish from the heart that ye had done yoursel'! And the best that I can say is this: If ye can set me ashore where I was going, I have that upon me will reward you highly for your trouble." "In France ?" says the captain.

"No, sir; that I cannot do.

But where ye come from--we might talk of that." And then, unhappily, he observed me standing in my corner, and packed me off to the galley to get supper for the gentleman.