He stum'le in de dark; but dat good God will mek it a _mo' terrible fo'_ dat man oohever he is, w'at put 'at light out!'" "But how do you know he is a pirate ?" demanded Thompson, aggressively.
"How do we know ?" said the little priest, returning to French.

"Ah! there is no other explanation of the ninety-and-nine stories that come to us, from every port where ships arrive from the north coast of Cuba, of a commander of pirates there who is a marvel of courtesy and gentility"-- [1] [Footnote 1: See gazettes of the period.] "And whose name is Lafitte," said the obstinate attorney.
"And who, nevertheless, is not Lafitte," insisted Pere Jerome.
"Daz troo, Jean," said Doctor Varrillat.

"We hall know daz troo." Pere Jerome leaned forward over the board and spoke, with an air of secrecy, in French.
"You have heard of the ship which came into port here last Monday.

You have heard that she was boarded by pirates, and that the captain of the ship himself drove them off." "An incredible story," said Thompson.
"But not so incredible as the truth.

I have it from a passenger.