When Monsignore tells us that so and so is Gospel, we all believe it, for we know the time has been when he _could_ read; but we never think of going to his door to ask which way a ship is steering, having the use of our own senses." "Can this fellow tell us the truth, Griffin ?" asked Cuffe, a good deal mystified by Raoul's artifice and his assumed simplicity.

"If so, we shall be going exactly on the wrong scent by hauling round Campanella and running into the Gulf of Salerno.

The French hold Gaeta yet, and it is quite likely that Master Yvard may wish to keep a friendly port open under his lee!" "You forget, Captain Cuffe, that his lordship has sent a light cruiser already up that way, and le Feu-Follet would hardly dare to show herself near one of our regular fellows--" "Umph!--I don't know that, Mr.Griffin; I don't exactly know that.

The Proserpine is a 'regular fellow,' after a fashion, at least; and the Few-Folly has dared to show herself to _her_.

Jack-o'-Lantern--D--n me, Griffin, but I think she is well named now, I'd rather chase a jack-o'-lantern in the Island of Sicily than be hunting after such a chap;--first he's here; then he's there; and presently he's nowhere.