It may become my duty to commit the prisoner, upon identification.

Of that I must have evidence, confirmatory evidence.

But first we will hear what he has to say.

Robin Lyth, stand forward." "Me no Robin Lyth, Sar; no Robin man or woman," cried the captive, trying very hard to stand; "me only a poor Francais, make liberty to what you call--row, row, sweem, sweem, sail, sail, from la belle France; for why, for why, there is no import to nobody." "Your Worship, he is always going on about imports," Cadman said, respectfully; "that is enough to show who he is." "You may trust me to know him," cried Lieutenant Carroway.

"My fine fellow, no more of that stuff! He can pass himself off for any countryman whatever.