But not yet, _mes amis_.

You give the good capitain all zis pains to move his cargo, and you vill not help." "Oh, I'm ready enough to help," said Vince.

"So's he; but they will be very anxious about us at home." "Ta ta ta ta ta!" cried the captain.

"Vy, you sink so mosh of your selfs.

Ze _bon papa_ vill say to _la maman_, `Ah! _ma chere_, dose boy go and tomble zem selfs off ze cliff;' and ze _maman_ sall wipe her eye and say, `_pauvre garcon_--poor boy, it is vat I expect.'" "And instead of that," said Vince, "you are going to send us home, and then they will not be fidgeting any more." "Aha! you sink so.