But ze Capitaine, he no sailor, M'sieur; I know heem long while." "How long ?" "Oh, seek, eight year." "Then you can tell me if he is really Judge Henley's son ?" "Oui, M'sieur; 'tis sure I can.

I hav' been with heem there," his brown hand outstretched landward, "where we got you, hey, many the time; besides, the Judge he been on zis sheep.

Of course he was son; why you think not ?" I shook my head, unwilling to discuss the affair with the fellow, yet impressed by his statement.
"I am beginning to believe I do not know very much about it, Broussard," I explained briefly, moving aside to the rail.

"I came down South with another story pumped into me, that's all." "And ze young woman," he persisted, following me closely, "why she come ?" "For the same reason I did." He laughed, his eyes sparkling.
"More like 'cause she love you, hey! Sacre, she was fine-lookin' girl, but," shrugging his shoulders, "'t is the Capitaine, not ze mate, who may admire." I turned on the fellow, my blood boiling.
"What do you mean by that! That Henley will dare intrude himself ?" "_Sacre_, an' why not, M'sieur! He is ze Capitaine; nobody tell him not on ze _Sea Gull_.

I know him seek, eight year, an' he devil with women.