"I don't feel as if it would be fair." "But you'll have to, my lad, in the King's name." "Yais, you can promise to show zem every sing, _mon ami_" said Jacques, smiling.

"My smuggling days are ovaire, and I have been expecting zis every day zese ten years." "Very well, then," said Vince: "I'll promise to show you by land.

I can't by sea, for it's a regular puzzle." "By land, then.

Where is it ?" "Over yonder, on our island." "What, at the Crag ?" cried the lieutenant.
"Yes." The officer gave vent to a long, low whistle.
"Thank you, my lad," he said; "this is good news indeed! We have been baffled for years, stopped by this hiding-place which no one knew of.
Then, when I have taken the schooner I'll land you with a party, and you shall show us the place." "No," said Vince; "I want to be paid for doing it." "Indeed!" said the officer, curling his lip: "how much ?" "Oh, I don't mean money.

Our fathers and mothers think we're dead, and you must land us to go home at once." "Impossible, my boy," said the lieutenant, clapping him on the shoulder in a friendly way.