The French skipper, who had, as we rowed to the side of the lugger, looked about as unpleasant and villainous a being as it was possible to meet, now seemed quite a good genius, and whatever his failings or the nature of his business, he certainly appeared to be deriving real pleasure from his task of restoring the three half-perished lads who had appealed to him for help, and the more we ate, the more he rubbed his hands together and laughed.
"How zey feroce like ze volf, eh?
How zey are very mosh hunger.

Eat you, my young vrens.

Eat you, my young son of ze Jonas Ugglee-stone.

I know you fader.

He is mon ami.