Heece nem ?" "The _Saucy Lass_, sir." He leaned over and looked at the stern of the boat and nodded his head.
"Yais, him's olright.

Ze _Saucilass_.

Come you up--you come, boys.
All you.

Faites." This last was to one of the men, who, as we climbed over the side of the French lugger, descended into our boat, and made her fast by the painter to the stern.
The skipper shook hands with us all, and smiled at us and patted our shoulders.
"Pauvres garcons!" he said.

"You been much blow away ce mornings, eh ?" "No, sir, last night," said Bigley.
"How you say?
You lass night dites, mon garcon." "We were fishing, sir, and the squall came, and we've been out all night." "Brrrr!" ejaculated the French skipper, shrugging his shoulders and making a face, then seizing me he dragged me to a hole away in the stern deck, and pushed me down into quite a snug little cabin with a glowing stove.
"Come--venez.