Two slippery _garcons_.

I tie you bose like ze mutton sheep, and zen if von shump to run avays he pull ze ozaire down.

_Vous comprenez_ ?" "Oh yes, I comprong," cried Vince contemptuously.

"Just like a Frenchman.

An Englishman would not be afraid of a boy." "Vat!" cried the captain, showing his teeth, as he raised his hand to strike--when, quick as lightning, the boy threw himself into an attitude of defence; but the men seized him and dragged his arms behind his back.
"That's right, coward!" cried Vince, half mad now with excitement.
At the word coward the captain's face looked black as night, his right-hand was thrust into his breast pocket, and he drew out and cocked a small pistol, while Mike darted to his companion's side, laid his hands across Vince's breast, and faced the captain; but he was seized by one of the men, who passed the line about his wrists after it had been dexterously fastened round those of his fellow-prisoner.
"Never mind, Mike; but I like that, old chap!" cried Vince.