nd, as if he were throwing something away,
while he looked at them both sidewise through his half-closed eyes: "You
are fatigue so soon? You vant to go somevere else?"

"We want to go home."

"Good leetler boy: he vant to go home. But not yet, _mes amis_. You
give the good capitain all zis pains to move his cargo, and you vill not
help."

"Oh, I'm ready enough to help," said Vince. "So's he; but they will be
very anxious about us at home."

"Ta ta ta ta ta!" cried the captain. "Vy, you sink so mosh of your
selfs. Ze _bon papa_ vill say to _la maman_, `Ah! _ma chere_, dose boy
go and tomble zem selfs off ze cliff;' and ze _maman_ sall wipe her eye
and say, `_pauvre garcon_--poor boy, it is vat I expect.'"

"And instead of that," said Vince, "you are going to send us home, and
then they will not be fidgeting any more."

"Aha! you sink so. Vell, ve sall see. So I go to be vairy busy, and it
is better zat you two do not fight any more. So come vis me."

"Where?" said Vince suspiciously.

"Vere? Oh! you sall see, _mon brave_, vairy soon."

The boys exchanged glances, but feeling that it was hopeless to resist,
they followed the captain down to where the boat was lying, just as she
had returned a few minutes before, without Daygo.

The men in her were just keeping her afloat, but they ran her stern on
to the sand as they saw the captain coming, and one of them leaped out
to hold her steady.

"In vis you!" said the captain sharply.

"All right, Mike," whispered Vince. "Come on, and don't seem to mind."

He set the example by putting one foot on the gunwale and springing in
lightly. Mike followed, and then the captain; while the man standing
ankle-deep in the water waited till they were seated, and then, giving
the boat a good thrust out, sprang on the stern, and climbed in as they
glided over the transparent water, stepping forward quickly to seize an
oar, and pulling sharply with his companion.

The boys gazed eagerly upward as soon as they were clear of the great
overhanging archway, and saw the impossibility of escape by any
cliff-climbing; for the mighty rocks were at least twenty feet out of
the perpendicular, leaning over towards the little bay, whose waters
were running, eddying and boiling like a whirlpool as they raced along,
seizing the boat's head and seeming about to drag her right along
towards a jagged cluster of rocks, standing just above the surface, and
amidst which the current rag