"But ze ship boys do not ask question of ze _capitaine_." "But we're not ship's boys," said Mike haughtily.

"We are gentlemen's sons, and we want to know by what right you drag us away from home." "Aha! yes; you eat your soup, _mon_ brave boy, vile he is hot.

Perhaps ze storms come to-morrow, and you are vere you get no soups no more, eh ?" "Look here, sir," said Mike, flushing in his excitement, "will you set us ashore somewhere if we promise not to tell ?" "_Non_," said the captain shortly.

"Ve talk about all zat before! Eat your soup." For answer Mike dropped his spoon upon the table, and the captain glared at him viciously, but passed his anger off with an unpleasant laugh.
"Aha," he said, "you vill not eat.

I know.