Eh bien, ve fight, but you take me prisonaire, ma foi.

I am vis ze shentleman, and it is good." "And now it's my turn," said the doctor.

"Will you keep this, captain, from me ?" "Ma foi.

Yais, oui," cried the French skipper, whose eyes sparkled with pleasure as the doctor handed him a very bright peculiarly-formed knife.
"I keep hims.

Vat is ze mattaire vis ze young shipwrecked open boatman ?" "Nothing--nothing at all," said Bob Chowne hastily; but he had certainly uttered a groan.
"As for you, Uggleston," cried the doctor, "I sha'n't offer you a present, for you'll want me some day to mend your head, or cut off a leg or a wing.