I fear you do not know for what you and your people are suspected, at this very instant!" "For nothing discreditable, I hope, dear Ghita, if it be only not to dishonor your friends!" "Many think, and say, you are Frenchmen, and that the English flag is only a disguise." "If that be all, we must bear the infamy," answered Raoul Yvard, laughing.

"Why, this is just what we are to a man, a single American excepted, who is an excellent fellow to make out British commissions, and help us to a little English when harder pushed than common; and why should we be offended, if the good inhabitants of Porto Ferrajo take us for what we are ?" "Not offended, Raoul, but endangered.

If the vice-governatore gets this notion, he will order the batteries to fire upon you, and will destroy you as an enemy." "Not he, Ghita.

He is too fond of le Capitaine Smeet', to do so cruel a thing; and then he must shift all his guns, before they will hurt _le Feu-Follet_ where she lies.

I never leave my little Jack-o'-Lantern[1] within reach of an enemy's hand.