"No foreign vessel can come within three miles of the shore."

"Foreign vessel? Do you mean to call me a foreigner?"

"Of course I do. You're a Yankee fisherman."

"Am I?"

"Of course you are; and what do you mean by that confounded rag up
there?" cried the officer, pointing to the flag of the "B. O. W. C."
"If you think you can fish in this style, you'll find yourself
mistaken. I know too much about this business."

"Do you? Well, then, kind sir, allow me to mention that you've got
somethin to larn yet--spite o' your steam injines an spy-glasses."

"What's that?" cried the officer, furious. "I'll let you know. I
arrest you, and this vessel is seized."

"Wait a minute, young sir," cried Captain Corbet; "not QUITE so
fast, EF you please. You'll get YOURSELF arrested. What do you
mean by this here? Do you know who I am? I, sir, am a subject of
Queen Victory. My home is here. I'm now on my own natyve shore.
A foreigner, am I? Let me tell you, sir, that I was born, brung
up, nourished, married, an settled in this here province, an I've
got an infant born here, an I'm not a fisherman, an this ain't a
fishin vessel. You arrest me ef you dar. You'll see who'll get
the wust of it in the long run. I'd like precious well to get
damages--yea, swingin damages--out of one of you revenoo fellers."