He addressed himself to Servadac, and begged him to tell him the whole truth, piteously adding that surely it was unworthy of a French officer to deceive a poor old man like himself.
"Tell you the truth, man!" cried Servadac.

"Confound it, I have told you the truth twenty times.

Once for all, I tell you now, you have left yourself barely time enough to make your escape to yonder mountain." "God and Mahomet have mercy on me!" muttered the Jew, whose creed frequently assumed a very ambiguous character.
"I will tell you what," continued the captain--"you shall have a few men to work the _Hansa_ across, if you like." "But I want to go to Algiers," whimpered Hakkabut.
"How often am I to tell you that Algiers is no longer in existence?
Only say yes or no--are you coming with us into winter-quarters ?" "God of Israel! what is to become of all my property ?" "But, mind you," continued the captain, not heeding the interruption, "if you do not choose voluntarily to come with us, I shall have the _Hansa_, by my orders, removed to a place of safety.

I am not going to let your cursed obstinacy incur the risk of losing your cargo altogether." "Merciful Heaven! I shall be ruined!" moaned Isaac, in despair.
"You are going the right way to ruin yourself, and it would serve you right to leave you to your own devices.

But be off! I have no more to say." And, turning contemptuously on his heel, Servadac left the old man vociferating bitterly, and with uplifted hands protesting vehemently against the rapacity of the Gentiles.
By the 20th all preliminary arrangements were complete, and everything ready for a final departure from the island.