Silly boy! Like two shicken _volatile_ go to be roace for dinnaire.

_Non, arretez_; stop, my lad.

Coward! It was _une insulte_.
Now you apologise me." "I won't," said Vince sturdily: "you are a coward to tie up two boys like this." The black wrath in the Frenchman's face at these words made Mike shiver, and he pressed closer to Vince as the pistol was raised once more.
"Don't--don't," he whispered.

"Say something: we are so helpless." "Aha! I hear vat he say.

Yais, you apologise me, sare." "I won't," said Vince, who, with nerves strung by the agony he felt at his wrists, which were being cut into by the cord, was ready to dare and say anything.
"You vill not ?" cried the captain, slowly uncocking the pistol, as his face resumed its ordinary aspect.
"No, I--will--not!" cried Vince.