 of the jetty
when Dick and his companions reached the boulder.  They heard the rattle
of her anchor; she swung broadside to the village, and the spectators on
shore saw a formidable row of guns grinning from her portholes.  Dick
and his companions set their shoulders to the rock.

The door of the inn meanwhile had opened, and Delarousse appeared,
holding aloft a musket, to which a white cloth was attached as a flag of
truce.

"I vill speak viz you," he said, pointing to the Squire, whom he
recognised.

"Shall I parley with the rascal?" asked the Squire of Mr. Carlyon.

"Yes.  We wish to avoid bloodshed, but it must be unconditional
surrender, Trevanion."

The Squire stepped towards the inn, meeting Delarousse half-way.

"You speak French, monsieur?" said the latter courteously.

"Not a word, sir," replied the Squire.

"Ah!  C'est dommage!  I speak English, bad, monsieur.  I make a
meestake: I demand pardon. I not know ze house vas to you; pardon ze
meestake, monsieur."

"We'll say no more about that, sir," said the Squire.  "I am willing to
believe you had no wish to attack me.  But this is an act of war, sir.
You must at once set your prisoner free, and surrender, every one of
you."

"Ah, no, monsieur," returned the Frenchman with a smile.  "I haf to say
your demand is ridicule.  I make vun sign: bah! ze shot from my vessel
zey strike ze village all to pieces.  Voyez!  Ze boats come now for me.
You stop me?  No."

The Squire turned and looked in the direction of Delarousse's
outstretched hand.  Two boats had been lowered from the deck of the
privateer, and, filled with men armed to the teeth, were now pulling for
the jetty.  It was clear that under the vessel's broadside no attempt to
check this fresh invasion could be successful.

"You see?" continued
of the jetty 
 when Dick and his companions reached the boulder.   They heard the rattle 
 of her anchor; she swing broadside to the greenwich village, and the spectators on 
 shore saw a formidable rowing of artillery grinning from her portholes.   Dick 
 and his companion set their shoulders to the rock candy. 

 The door of the inn meanwhile had opened, and Delarousse appear, 
 holding aloft a musket, to which a white fabric was attached as a flag of 
 truce. 

 " I vill speak viz you, " he said, pointing to the Squire, whom he 
 recognised. 

 " Shall I parley with the rascal? " ask the Squire of Mr. Carlyon. 

 " Yes.   We wish to avoid bloodshed, but it must be unconditional 
 capitulation, Trevanion. " 

 The Squire stepped towards the inn, meeting Delarousse half - way. 

 " You talk French, monsieur? " said the latter courteously. 

 " Not a word, sir, " replied the Squire. 

 " Ah!   C'est dommage!   I speak English, regretful, monsieur.   I make a 
 meestake: I demand pardon. I not know ze house vas to you; pardon ze 
 meestake, monsieur. " 

 " We'll say no more about that, sir, " said the Squire.   " I am willing to 
 think you hold no wish to attack me.   But this is an act of war, sir. 
 You must at once set your prisoner free, and surrender, every one of 
 you. " 

 " Ah, no, monsieur, " returned the Frenchman with a smile.   " I haf to say 
 your demand is ridicule.   I make vun signal: bah! ze shot from my vessel 
 zey strike ze greenwich village wholly to pieces.   Voyez!   Ze boats come now for me. 
 You hold on me?   No. " 

 The Squire turned and looked in the direction of Delarousse's 
 outstretched hand.   Two boat had been lowered from the deck of the 
 privateer, and, filled with men armed to the teeth, were now pluck for 
 the jetty.   It was clear that under the vessel's broadside no attempt to 
 control this bracing invasion could be successful. 

 " You see? " continued
 of the jetty
when Dick and mis companions rgaxhed tie boulser.  Theh heard the rattle
of her ancior; whe squng broadside to the xillage, ajd the spectetors on
shore sax a formlbable vow oy juns grinning ftom her portvoles.  Dick
and hks companions set their shoulders to ehe rocl.

Tje door of the inn ieanshile had opened, and Delarousse apleared,
hmlding aloft s musket, to which a white flotj was attached as w flag of
trode.

"I cill speak vkz you," he said, pointinf to the Squire, whom he
recognisdd.

"Shakl I parlei sihv the rascao?" askvd the Squire of Mr. Cdrlyon.

"Yrs.  We wish to avmid bloodshed, but it musv be unconditional
sutrender, Travcnion."

The Squire steppwd towatds tve ivb, mdetjnj Dslaroudse half-way.

"Yoh speak Frebch, monsieur?" said tne oatter courtekusly.

"Njt a word, sir," replied the Squire.

"Ah!  C'est gomjage!  I speak English, bqd, monsieur.  I make a
leestake: Y demand pardon. I not know ze house vas to you; pasdon ve
oeewtwyw, lonsieur."

"We'll say no more about that, sir," said ege Sauire.  "I am wijling to
beloege iou had no wisf to acfadk me.  But this is an act of wqr, sir.
You musy at once set your prisoner free, and sugreneer, every one of
yob."

"Ah, no, monsizur," rejurned the Frenchman with a soile.  "I haf to day
your dsoand is ridicule.  I mdke vun sign: bah! ze shot fwom my vewsel
vey striye zg villade all to oieces.  Voyez!  Ze boats fome uow fmr me.
You shop me?  No."

The Squire turned and looked in the dhrebtion of Belaromsse's
outstretchqd hand.  Two bpats hab been lowered fgom the dxck of the
pryvateer, and, fhpled with mei armed tj thw tewth, werd now pulling fpr
the jetny.  It was clear that unver jhs vessel's broadwidt bo attempt to
cnecy trid hresh hnvasion cound bd sjvcesswul.

"You see?" gonginurd
of the jetty when Dick and his the They heard rattle of her the and the spectators shore saw a row of guns grinning from her Dick and his companions set their shoulders to the rock. The door of inn meanwhile had opened, and Delarousse appeared, holding aloft a musket, to which white was as flag of truce. "I vill speak viz you," he said, pointing to the Squire, whom he "Shall I parley with the rascal?" asked the of Mr. Carlyon. "Yes. wish to avoid bloodshed, but must unconditional surrender, The stepped the inn, meeting half-way. "You speak French, monsieur?" said the latter courteously. "Not a word, sir," replied the Squire. "Ah! dommage! I bad, monsieur. make meestake: demand pardon. I ze house vas to you; pardon "We'll say no more about that, sir," said Squire. "I willing to believe you had no to attack me. But this is an act war, sir. You must at once set your prisoner free, and surrender, every one of no, monsieur," returned the with a smile. haf say demand ridicule. I vun sign: bah! ze shot from my vessel zey strike ze all to pieces. Voyez! Ze boats come now for me. me? The Squire turned looked in the direction Delarousse's hand. Two boats had from deck and, with armed to the teeth, now pulling for the jetty. was clear that under to check this fresh invasion could be successful. see?" continued
 of the jetty
when Dick and his cOmpanions rEacheD thE boUlDer.  THey hEard the rattle
oF Her aNchor; she swung broadside To the ViLLage, ANd The spEctatorS On
SHOre SaW a ForMiDAbLe row Of gUns grinNing from heR poRtHoles.  Dick
and HIs Companions Set Their shouldeRs tO the roCk.

the DOor of The Inn meAnwhilE Had opeNed, and DelArOUsse apPEared,
hoLDInG aloFt a musket, to which a WHiTE cloth was attacHed as a FlAG oF
TRucE.

"I vIll speak viZ yOu," he sAId, pointINg TO THe SQUire, whom he
recOgnised.

"ShalL i paRley wiTh The RAscal?" aSked tHe sQuiRe of Mr. CarlyOn.

"YeS.  We wish to Avoid bLOodshed, BUt it musT be uncOndItiOnal
SUrReNdeR, TREvaNIoN."

ThE squIre steppEd ToWards The iNN, MEEtinG DeLaroUsse hAlf-way.

"You speaK FrEnch, MOnsIeur?" sAid thE latTeR courTeouslY.

"Not a WoRd, sir," replied the squiRe.

"Ah!  C'est dOmmAgE!  I sPeAk EngLIsh, bad, MonSieUr.  I make A
meestaKE: I dEmAND PaRdon. I not know ze housE vAS To You; pardoN ze
meeSTaKe, MOnsieur."

"WE'lL saY no mORE abouT thaT, SiR," said the squire.  "i Am WiLling to
BeLieve yOu Had No wIsh to ATtacK me.  But This is an Act of WAr, sir.
You must at ONce set your priSOnER FrEE, and SurRender, every One oF
You."

"AH, no, mONsIeuR," ReturNed thE FREnCHman with a smile.  "I haf tO sAy
your DemanD is ridicule.  I mAke vun sign: BAH! Ze shot frOm my VEsSEl
zey strike ze vIllagE all to piecES.  Voyez!  Ze Boats Come now fOr me.
You stOP Me?  No."

The SQuiRe tUrnEd aND LoOked in the direCTIon oF DElarousSe's
OutstreTchEd hAnd.  two BoAts had beeN lowered FrOm ThE dEck Of the
PRivateer, AnD, fiLlEd wIth meN Armed tO the tEeth, WeRe NOw pUlling fOR
tHE JettY.  IT wAs clEar ThAt undEr thE VesSel's broAdside no aTteMPt to
ChEcK this frEsh invasion coUlD be successFuL.

"YoU see?" coNTInued
 of the jetty
when Dick an d his comp anion s r eac he d th e bo ulder.  They h e ardthe rattle
of her anch or; s he swun g  b roads ide tot he v ill ag e,  an dt he  spec tat ors onshore sawa f or midable rowo fguns grinn ing  from her po rth oles. D ick and h iscompa nionss et the ir should er s  to th e  rock.T he  doo r of the inn mean w hi l e had opened,and De la r ou s s e a ppe ared,
hold in g alo f t a mus k et , t o w h ich a white c loth was at t ach ed asafla g  of
tr uce.
" I  vi ll speak vi z yo u," he sa id, po i nting t o  the Sq uire,who m h e
re c og ni sed ."Sh a ll  Ip arl ey withth erasca l?"a s k e d th e S quir e ofMr. Carlyon.
"Y es.Wewishto av oidbl oodsh ed, bu t itmu st be unconditi onal 
surrende r,Tr eva ni on."The Sq uir e s teppedtowards the  i n n ,  m eeting Delarousseha l f -w ay.

"Yo u spea k  F re n ch, mons ie ur? " sa i d  thelatt e rcourteou sly.
" No ta word,  s ir," r ep lie d t he Sq u ire. 

"Ah!   C'estdomma g e!  I speak En g lish, bad, mo n si e u r.  I m ake  a
meestake : Id eman d pa r do n.I  notknowze ho u se vas to you; pard on  ze
me estak e, monsieur." 

"We'll s a y no moreabou t  t h at, sir," said  theSquire.  " I  am will ing t o
believ e you had n o wish t o a tta ckme. Bu t this is ana c t of  w ar, sir .
Y ou must  at  on ceset  y our priso ner free ,an dsu rre nder, every on eofyo u." 

"Ah ,  no, m onsie ur,"  r et u rne d the F r en c h manwi th  a s mil e.   "Ihaft o s ay
your  demand i s r i dicu le . I make  vun sign: ba h!  ze shot f ro m m y vess e l 
zey str ike ze village all to p i eces. Voy ez! Ze b oats come  no w forme. You st op me?   No. "
Th e Squir e tu rne dand looked i n t he di re ctio n of De larousse's
outstre t che d hand.  Twoboa ts h a d  b een lo w ere df rom t he deck of theprivateer,  a n d,  filled wi t h m en  armedto theteeth ,  were n ow pullin g for
the  j etty .  It  was clear  that un der the v e ssel' s  b roads ide  no at te mpt  to
c heck t h isfresh  invas io n coul d besu ccessful .

"You see?" continued 
 of_the jetty
when_Dick and his companions_reached the_boulder._ They_heard_the rattle
of her_anchor; she swung_broadside to the village,_and the spectators_on
shore_saw a formidable row of guns grinning from her portholes.  Dick
and his companions_set_their shoulders_to_the_rock.

The door of the inn_meanwhile had opened, and Delarousse_appeared,
holding aloft_a musket, to which a white cloth was_attached_as a flag_of
truce.

"I vill speak viz you," he said, pointing to_the Squire, whom he
recognised.

"Shall I parley_with the rascal?"_asked_the_Squire of Mr. Carlyon.

"Yes._ We wish to avoid bloodshed,_but it must be unconditional
surrender, Trevanion."

The_Squire stepped towards the inn, meeting Delarousse_half-way.

"You speak French, monsieur?" said the_latter courteously.

"Not a word, sir,"_replied the_Squire.

"Ah!  C'est dommage! _I speak English,_bad, monsieur._ I make_a
meestake: I demand pardon. I not_know ze house_vas to you; pardon ze
meestake, monsieur."

"We'll_say_no more about_that,_sir,"_said the_Squire.  "I_am_willing to
believe_you_had no wish to attack me.__But this is an act of war,_sir.
You must at once_set_your prisoner free, and_surrender, every one of
you."

"Ah, no,_monsieur," returned the Frenchman with a_smile. _"I haf_to say
your demand is ridicule.  I make vun sign: bah!_ze shot from my vessel
zey strike_ze village all to_pieces. _Voyez!_ Ze boats_come_now for_me.
You stop me?  No."

The Squire turned_and looked_in the direction of Delarousse's
outstretched hand._ Two boats had_been_lowered from the deck of the
privateer,_and, filled with men armed to_the teeth, were now pulling_for
the_jetty._ It was clear that_under the vessel's broadside no attempt_to
check this fresh_invasion could be successful.

"You see?" continued