I sink you vould make a good sailor and a fine smugglaire on my sheep.

Perhaps I sall not kill you." "Bah!" cried Vince, looking him full in the face.

"Do you think I'm such a little child as to be frightened by what you say ?" "Leetle schile?
_Non, non.

Vous etes un brave garcon_--a big, brave boy.

Zere, you sall not fight like you _Anglais_ bouledogues, and vat you call ze game coq.