"You have your men." The captain gave his orders, the boat was thrust on, and as its bow approached the boys saw the black silhouette of their old companion in many a fishing trip seated on the forward thwart.
This was too much for Vince, who began upon him at once, with bitter irony in his words and tone.
"You there, Joe!" he cried.

"Good morning.

Don't you feel very proud of this ?" "Dunno 'bout proud, young gen'leman; but I'm precious glad to get my boat back." "Your boat back!" cried Vince, as one of the smuggler crew made fast a rope to the ring-bolt in their stern.
"Aye.

Didn't know as young gen'lemen took to stealing boats altogether." "You dare to say we stole the boat, and I'll--" "Well, you took it right away, anyhow.

That comes o' beginning with borrying and not asking leave." "Better than taking to kidnapping people." Old Joe growled out something, and shuffled himself about in his seat while the boat was drawn out into the sunshine once more, and drifted behind the other rapidly along till she reached the smugglers' cavern.
"Give zem some biscuit and some vater," said the captain.