"Vy you do not squeak and pipe ze eye ?" Vince frowned, but made no reply.
"Zere, valk down to ze boat vis me.

Say you vill not run avay." "No: I mean to escape," said Vince.
"Bah! It is sillee.

You cannot, _mon garcon_.

Come, ze _parole d'honneur_.

Be a man." Vince glanced at Mike, who gave him an imploring look, which seemed to say: "Pray give it." "Yais," said the captain, smiling: "_Parole d'honneur_.