Well, sir, even if you didn't sink her it was no reason for letting her escape." "We could not prevent it, Captain Cuffe.

I had a lookout set upon her--one of the very best men in Porto Ferrajo, as everybody will tell you, sir; and I made the signals of the lamp and the blue-lights, as agreed upon; and, the ship answering, I naturally thought all was as it should be, until--" "And who burnt the rockets off here where we are at this moment?
They deceived me, for I took them to be signals of their presence from the Weasel or the Sparrow.

When I saw those rockets, Griffin, I was just as certain of the Few-Folly as I am now of having my own ship!" "Yes, sir, those rockets did all the mischief; for I have since learned that, as soon as the first one was thrown, Master Yvard tripped his kedge and went out of the bay as quietly as one goes out of a dining-room when he don't wish to disturb the company." "Aye, he took _French_ leave, the _b--y sans culotte_" returned the captain, putting himself in a better humor with his own pun.

"But did you _see_ nothing of all this ?" "The first I knew of the matter, sir, was seeing the lugger gliding along under the rocks so close in that you might have jumped aboard her; and it was too late to stop her.

Before those lazy _far nientes_ could have pricked and primed, she was out of gun-shot." "Lazy what ?" demanded the captain.
"_Far nientes_, sir; which is a nickname we give these siesta-gentry, you know, Captain Cuffe." "I know nothing about it, sir, and I'll thank you always to speak to me in English, Mr.Griffin.That is a language which I flatter myself I understand, and it's quite good enough for all my wants." "Yes, sir, and for any man's wants.