Torode was off after plunder, and we turned and ran for Peter Port.
We found John Ozanne as busy as a big bumble-bee, but he made time to greet my grandfather very jovially, and showed him all over his little ship with much pride.

He was in high spirits and anxious to be off, especially since he had heard of Torode's going.
"He's about as clever as men are made," he said, "and when he goes he goes on business, so it's time for us to be on the move too.

We'll make a man of your boy, Philip." "A privateer!" said my grandfather with a smile.
"Ay, well! I can believe it's not all to your liking, but it's natural after all." "I'm not complaining." "I never heard you.

But you'd have been better pleased if he hadn't wanted so much." "Maybe," said my grandfather with his quiet smile.

"But, as Jeanne Falla says, 'Young calves'-- " "I know, I know," laughed John Ozanne.