My table has not been so honour before." At last the meal was at end, and the captain clapped his hands for the things to be cleared away, a couple of the men leaping up and performing this task with quite military alacrity.
The boys exchanged glances, and, without communicating one with the other, rose together; while the captain raised his eyebrows.
"Aha!" he said: "you vant somesings else ?" "Only to say thank you for our good breakfast, and to tell you that we are now going home." "Going home ?" said the captain grimly.

"Aha, you sink so.

Yaas, perhaps you are right.

You _Anglais_ call it going home--_a la mort_-- to die." "No, we don't," said Vince sharply.

"We mean going home.