The last time I saw her he was wi' her." "What!" exclaimed Bonnet, "with my daughter ?" "Ay, ay!" said Greenway, "it must have been a little before she went on shore." "Young man!" cried Bonnet, stooping towards Dickory, "when did you last see my daughter?
Do you know anything of her ?" The young man opened his mouth, but he could not yet do much in the way of speaking, but he managed to gasp, "I come from her, I am bringing you a message." "A message from Kate!" shouted Bonnet, now in a state of wild excitement.

"Here you, Greenway, lift up the other arm, and we will take him to my cabin.

Quick, man! Quick, man! he must have some spirits and dry clothes.

Make haste now! A message from my daughter!" "If that's so," said Greenway, as he and Bonnet hurried the young man aft, "ye'd better no' be in too great haste to get his message out o' him or ye'll kill him wi' pure recklessness." Bonnet took the advice, and before many minutes Dickory was in dry clothes and feeling the inspiriting influence of a glass of good old rum.

Now came Black Paul, wanting to know if he should sink the brig and be done with her, for they couldn't lie by in such weather.
"Don't you fire on that ship!" yelled Bonnet, "don't you dare it! For all I know, my daughter may be on board of her." At this Dickory shook his head.