"Our English Admirals and officers are all like that: they will never have any advantage taken of helpless prisoners." "I know, I know!" answered Corinne quickly; "that is where they teach the French such a lesson.

But go on--tell me more.

What about old Killick?
and where were you all the while ?" "Holding on to the side of the transport, where we could see and hear everything, and telling the sailors who were near about Quebec and what was going on there.

But soon we were too much interested in what was going on aboard to think of anything else.
"Old Killick roared out after a bit, 'Has that confounded French pilot done bragging yet ?' And when somebody said he was ready to show them the passage of the Traverse, he bawled out: "'What! d'ye think I'm going to take orders from a dog of a Frenchman, and aboard my own vessel, too?
Get you to the helm, Jim, and mind you take no orders from anybody but me.

If that Frenchman tries to speak, just rap him on the head with a rope's end to keep him quiet!' "And with that he rolled to the forecastle with his trumpet in his hand, and got the ship under way, bawling out his instructions to his mate at the wheel, just as though he had been through the place all his life!" "Had he ever been there before ?" asked Corinne breathlessly.
"No, never.