CHAPTER IX.
THE FRENCHMAN IN BERMUDA "Bon voyage, Mr.Rubumper," said Captain Chanter, as the Frenchman was about to descend the accommodation ladder.

"I know French enough to say that." "Thank you, Captain." "I hope you will make a success of the enterprise, Mr.Passford," the commander added to the other member of the expedition.
"I shall do the best I can to make it so," answered Christy, as he followed his companion down the accommodation ladder.
The detective shoved the boat off, and both of the voyagers took the oars to get the craft clear of the ship, which was accomplished in a few minutes.

Then the Frenchman stepped the mast, which had been carefully adjusted on board of the ship, while Christy rigged out the shifting bowsprit.

In half an hour they had placed the spars and bent on the sail, for everything had been prepared for expeditious work.

The sails filled, and the skipper took his place at the long tiller.
"We are all right now, Christophe," said the detective.
"I should say that we were, Monsieur Rubempre," replied the acting servant.