One decent-looking old fellow, who had the air of a ship's captain, flushed all over his honest face, and stood up looking straight at Peter.

I saw that we had struck an Englishman, and mentioned it to Peter in Dutch.
Peter played his part perfectly.

He suddenly shut up, and, with furtive looks around him, began to jabber to me in a low voice.

He was the very picture of the old stage conspirator.
The old fellow stood staring at us.

'I don't very well understand this damned lingo,' he said; 'but if so be you dirty Dutchmen are sayin' anything against England, I'll ask you to repeat it.