"I don't exactly hold no certificates on French, but I know another lingo that goes, I guess.

Come on, Harve, an' interpret." The raffle and confusion when he and Harvey were hauled up the bark's black side was indescribable.

Her cabin was all stuck round with glaring coloured prints of the Virgin--the Virgin of Newfoundland, they called her.

Harvey found his French of no recognised Bank brand, and his conversation was limited to nods and grins.

But Tom Platt waved his arms and got along swimmingly.