That is to come.

I will make him great." Again he chuckled.

"Over in London they shall take him to their bosoms.
Over in London his blessed majesty shall dub him knight--treasure-trove is a fine reason for the touch of a royal sword--and the king shall say: 'Rise, Sir William'-- No, it is not time for the name; but it is not Richard Nicholls, it is not Hogarth Leveret." He laughed like a boy.
"I have you, Hogarth Leveret, in my hand, and by God I will squeeze you until there is a drop of heart's blood at every pore of your skin!" Now and again Radisson looked sideways at him, a sardonic smile at his lip.

At last: "Bien," he said, "you are merry.

So--I shall be merry too, for I have scores to wipe away, and they shall be wiped clean--clean." "You are with me, then," the pirate asked; "even as to the girl ?" "Even as to the girl," was the reply, with a brutal oath.
"That is good, dear lad.