hope?"

"Not as far as I could see by the light of the lantern, but the
carpenter has gone below to see if she is making water."

The captain led the way down into the cabin. This was comfortably
furnished and lighted by a swinging lamp. "Do you come, down Jacques,
I shall want you to interpret."

The captain was surprised when he saw by the light of the lamp that
the person they had rescued was a lad, well dressed, and evidently
above the condition of fishermen.

"Now, young sir, who are you," he asked, "and what have you to say for
yourself?" The question was translated by Jacques.

"I like that," the lad said indignantly. "What have I to say for
myself! I think it's what have you to say for yourselves? We were
quietly fishing when you ran over us and sank the boat and drowned my
friend Joe, and haven't even stopped for a moment to see if you could
pick him up. I call it shameful and inhuman!"

The French captain laughed as Jacques translated the speech, the
purport of which he had, indeed, made out for himself, for although he
did not speak English he understood it to some extent.

"Tell him it was his fault as much as ours. We did not see him till we
struck him. And as for his companion, what chance was there of finding
him on such a dark night as this? Why, by the time we had hove round
and got back again we might not have hit it within a quarter of a