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"Hey, Ikey! what you think?" called Frenchy. "Channel bass are running. Whistler and Torry are going out in the Sue Bridger. What d'you know about that? Bridger's let 'em have his cat for the day. Never was known to do such a thing before," and Frenchy chuckled. "Oh, boy! aren't we having things soft just now? Want to go fishing, Ikey?"
Like most real fighters he was little inclined to live his own combats over again, yet when he was once started it took little effort to keep him going. After this I questioned Frenchy, very carefully, for he is even less inclined than the other fishermen to talk about himself.
"I've heerd that word a thousan' times; right way seems like 'M'shoo. Shucks! Can't get my tongue 'round it, nohow." "Yes, I know", said Pa "you go call Frenchy." Joe Lavigne, summoned from the barn, came, followed by all the rest, curious to see what was wanted a rough, kindly gang of men in blue overalls and big, clumping boots. "Joe," said Pa; "you say 'Mister' in French."
Me head's gettin' that swelled I couldn't draw a watch cap down over me ears." The exhaust of the auxiliary engine of the catboat was spitting when Frenchy hailed their mates. Whistler was loosening the points of the big sail while Torry worked at the engine. "How'll we get over there?" demanded Ikey. "There's no boat here."
Vincent, very Frenchy, was it not? But Eugene did not mean to be burdened with a dead weight all his life. We have had enough botherment with that miserable patent, not to have a beggarly girl thrust upon us!" Mrs. Grandon is struck dumb now. Eugene has missed a fortune. Why does everything drop into Floyd's hands? "I don't know about that," she answers.
He took the wheel while I sat down of the after grating to eat my breakfast. "This breeze seems to have done for our crowd," he murmured. "It just laid them low all hands." "Yes," I said. "I suppose you and I are the only two fit men in the ship." "Frenchy says there's still a jump left in him. I don't know. It can't be much," continued Ransome with his wistful smile. "Good little man that.
That reminds me, I was to let him out just as soon as you come back." "Why lock him up, and then let him out? Things have been moving at the Inn, Jess, since I've been gone!" "Moving yes, sir. But them's my orders first thing I was to do soon as you come back was to let the old Frenchy out and do as he pleased. Mister Tom was to arrange everything else with you, sir."
This last requirement troubled the four friends from Seacove but little, save that Whistler and Torry occasionally wore a little fuzz on their cheeks, which Frenchy declared they lathered surreptitiously with cream, then let the ship's cat lick it off. "If they had a real ship's cat on this iron pot," retorted Torry, "I know who would most frequently have the attention of that.
'Well, strike me! said the Bustler. 'I don't often break my trainin', but when it comes to givin' up my clothes to a Frenchy who couldn't hit a dint in a pat o' butter, why, it's more than I can swaller. 'Pooh, man, what are the clothes worth? D'you know that Lord Rufton alone has five thousand pounds on you?
Yves had gone forward and the doctor, after the usual totally unnecessary concern as to rugs and either useless things, followed him and appeared to practice his French on the sailor. "That there Frenchy," Captain Sammy confided to me, "is most crazy over th' young 'un. I never did see sich a thing in all me born days." "He must be awfully proud of such a dear little son," I answered.
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