CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT.
JIM CRADDOCK.
"Ah, le petit bon homme vit encore!" cried Antoine, hearing the voice and bending over from his seat on the after-thwart, being anxious as to the condition of the patients to whom Jacques was ministering.

"Donnez lui encore d'eau de vie, mon ami!" Jacques thereupon repeated the dose of brandy to Bob, who closed his eyes again and leant back, the spirit and the sound of the strange language, with the queer surroundings that had met his gaze on looking round the fo'c's'le of the lugger, making him believe he was still in a dream.
"Where am I ?" he presently repeated, rousing up again.

"Where am I ?" "In France," replied Jacques in English as good as his own, smiling as he spoke.

"At least, you're aboard a French vessel; and, that's as good as being in France!" "But, you are English," replied Bob freely.

"You are English, eh ?" "Yes, I'm English," answered the other.