"Ay, he'll fight.

He's a Frenchy, but he's got the fighting stuff in him.

'Course he'll run.

He don't want to fight, but if that cutter makes him, he will.

My! I wish the wind would come." But though the cutter came merrily along, hardly a puff reached the smugglers, and the cutter was now not more than a mile away.
"Look! look!" cried Mike suddenly.