lengthening face. He and his corporal were limp with sea-sickness, and
as miserable as a Frenchman is when first he finds that France has
vanished from his view.

"Which would you prefer, to go on with us to America, or go back to
France?"

"Back to France, if I can find my way. Oh, I must get to France again
if only to have a word with that fool of a gunner."

"Well, we emptied a bucket of water over his linstock and priming, d'ye
see, so maybe he did all he could. But there's France, where that
thickening is over yonder."

"I see it! I see it! Ah, if my feet were only upon it once more."

"There is a boat beside us, and you may take it."

"My God, what happiness! Corporal Lemoine, the boat! Let us push off at
once."

"But you need a few things first. Good Lord, who ever heard of a man
pushing off like that! Mr. Tomlinson, just sling a keg of water and a
barrel of meat and of biscuit into this boat. Hiram Jefferson, bring
two oars aft. It's a long pull with the wind in your teeth, but you'll
be there by to-morrow night, and the weather is set fair."

The two Frenchmen were soon provided with all that they were likely to
require, and pushed off with a waving of hats and a shouting of _bon
voyage_. The foreyard was swung round again and the _Golden Rod_ turned