Very foolish they looked as they stood blinking and winking in the daylight from which they had been so long cut off.
"Very sorry, captain," said the seaman, "but either you had to come with us, d'ye see, or we had to stay with you.

They're waiting for me over at Boston, and in truth I really couldn't tarry." The French soldier shrugged his shoulders and looked around him with a lengthening face.

He and his corporal were limp with sea-sickness, and as miserable as a Frenchman is when first he finds that France has vanished from his view.
"Which would you prefer, to go on with us to America, or go back to France ?" "Back to France, if I can find my way.

Oh, I must get to France again if only to have a word with that fool of a gunner." "Well, we emptied a bucket of water over his linstock and priming, d'ye see, so maybe he did all he could.

But there's France, where that thickening is over yonder." "I see it! I see it! Ah, if my feet were only upon it once more." "There is a boat beside us, and you may take it." "My God, what happiness! Corporal Lemoine, the boat! Let us push off at once." "But you need a few things first.