Here you, Joe Daygo, if you go away and don't give notice to Sir Francis or my father about our being kept here by this man--" "Say the Capen or the skipper, my lad," growled Daygo.

"Makes him orkard if he hears people speak dis-speckful of him." "Pooh!" exclaimed Vince hotly.

"I say, you know what the consequences will be." "Yes, my lad; they won't never know what become of you." Vince winced, in spite of his determination to be firm, on hearing the cold-blooded way in which the old fisherman talked, but he spoke out boldly.
"Do you mean to say he will dare to keep us here ?" "Yes, my lad, or take you away with him, or get rid of you somehow.

You see he's capen and got his crew, and can do just what he likes." "No, he can't," said Vince; "the law will not let him." "Bless your 'art, Master Vince, he don't take no notice o' no law.

But I hope he won't drownd you both, 'cause you see we've been friendly like.