"0 my good-ma'm'selle, a leetle more to de wind. Ah, dat is right--trejous! . . . Dat fight it go like two bulls on a vergee--respe d'lacompagnie. Mon onc' 'Lias he have been to Hengland, he have sing 'Godsave our greshus King'; so he t'ink a leetle--Ef he go to de French,likely dey will hang him. Mon onc' 'Lias, he is what you callpatreeteesm. He say, 'Hengland, she is mine--trejous.' Efin, he sailstraight for de Henglish ships. Dat is de greates' man, mon onc' 'Lias--respe d'la compagnie! he coum on de side which is not fighting. Ahbah, he tell dem dat he go to save de gentleman-of-war. He see ahofficier all bloodiness and he call hup: 'Es-tu gentiment?' he say.'Gentiment,' say de hofficier; 'han' you?' 'Naicely, yank you!' mon onc''Lias he say. 'I will save you,' say mon onc' 'Lias--'I will save deship of God save our greshus King.' De hofficier wipe de tears out of hisface. 'De King will reward you, man alive,' he say. Mon onc' 'Lias hetouch his breast and speak out. 'Mon hofficier, my reward is here--trejous. I will take you into de Ecrehoses.' 'Coum up and save deKing's ships,' says de hofficier. 'I will take no reward,' say mon onc''Lias, 'but, for a leetle pourboire, you will give me de privator--eh?' 'Milles sacres'--say de hofficier, 'mines saeres--de privator!'he say, ver' surprise'. 'Man doux d'la vie--I am damned!' 'You ablackamned trulee, if you do not get into de Ecrehoses,' say mon onc' 'Lias--'A bi'tot, good-bye!' he say. De hofficier call down to him: 'Is derenosing else you will take?' 'Nannin, do not tempt me,' say mon onc''Lias. 'I am not a gourman'. I will take de privator--dat is my hobby.'All de time de cannons grand--dey brow-brou! boum-boum!--what you calldiscomfortable. Time is de great t'ing, so de hofficier wipe de tearsout of his face again. 'Coum up,' he say; 'de privator is yours.'

"Away dey go. You look at dat spot where we coum to land, Ma'm'selleLandresse--where de shingle look yellow, de leetle green grass far above? Datis where mon onc' 'Lias he bring in de King's ship and de privator.Gatd'en'ale--it is a journee awful! He twist to de right, he shape to deleft trough de teeth of de rocks--all safe--vera happee--to dis niceleetle bay of de Maitre Ile dey coum. De Frenchies dey grind dere teethand spit de fire. But de Henglish chuckle at demdey are safe. 'Frien' ofmy heart,' say de hofficier to mon onc' 'Lias, 'pilot of pilots,' he say,'in de name of our greshus King I t'ank you--A bi'tot, good-bye!' he say.'Tres-ba,' mon onc' 'Lias he say den, 'I will go to my privator.' 'Youwill go to de shore,' say de hofficier. 'You will wait on de shore tillde captain and his men of de privator coum to you. When dey coum, deship is yours--de privator is for you.' Mon onc' 'Lias he is like achild--he believe. He 'bout ship and go shore. Misery me, he sit on datrocking-stone you look at tipping on de wind. But if he wait until de men ofde privator coum to him, he will wait till we look at him sitting there now.Gache-a-penn, you say patriote? Mon onc' 'Lias he has de patreeteesm,and what happen? He save de ship of de greshus King God save--and deyeat up his hoysters! He get nosing. Gad'rabotin--respe d'la compagnie--if dere is a ship of de King coum to de Ecrehoses, and de hofficier sayto me"--he tapped his breast--"'Jean Touzel, tak de ships of de Kingtrough de rocks,'--ah bah, I would rememb' mon onc' 'Lias. I would say,'A bi'tot-good-bye.' . . . Slowlee--slowlee! We are at de place.Bear wif de land, ma'm'selle! Steadee! As you go! V'la! hitch now,Maitre Ranulph."