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           “I’mvexed,sir,abouttheboat,”saysthecaptain.

           “Therearesomeprettymengonetothebottom,”saidthestranger,“thatIwouldratherseeonthedrylandagainthanhalfascoreofboats.”

           “Friendsofyours?”saidHoseason.

           “Youhavenonesuchfriendsinyourcountry,”wasthereply.“Theywouldhavediedformelikedogs.”

           “Well,sir,”saidthecaptain,stillwatchinghim,“therearemoremenintheworldthanboatstoputthemin.”

           “Andthat’strue,too,”criedtheother,“andyeseemtobeagentlemanofgreatpenetration.”

           “IhavebeeninFrance,sir,”saysthecaptain,sothatitwasplainhemeantmorebythewordsthanshoweduponthefaceofthem.

           “Well,sir,”saystheother,“andsohasmanyaprettyman,forthematterofthat.”

           “Nodoubt,sir,”saysthecaptain,“andfinecoats.”

           “Oho!”saysthestranger,“isthathowthewindsets?”Andhelaidhishandquicklyonhispistols.

           “Don’tbehasty,”saidthecaptain.“Don’tdoamischiefbeforeyeseetheneedofit.Ye’veaFrenchsoldier’scoatuponyourbackandaScotchtongueinyourhead,tobesure;butsohasmanyanhonestfellowinthesedays,andIdaresaynonetheworseofit.”

           “So?”saidthegentlemaninthefinecoat:“areyeofthehonestparty?”(meaning,WasheaJacobite?foreachside,inthesesortofcivilbroils,takesthenameofhonestyforitsown).

           “Why,sir,”repliedthecaptain,“Iamatrue-blueProtestant,andIthankGodforit.