"No," said he, "she is not on board." "Then let her go," cried Bonnet, "I have no time to fool with the beggarly hulk.

Let her go! I have other business here.

And now, sir," addressing Dickory, "what of my daughter?
You have got your breath now, tell me quickly! What is your message from her?
When did you sail from Bridgetown?
Did she expect me to overhaul that brig?
How in the name of all the devils could she expect that ?" "Come, come now, Master Bonnet!" exclaimed the Scotchman, "ye are talkin' o' your daughter, the good an' beautiful Mistress Kate, an' no matter whether ye are a pirate or no, ye must keep a guard on your tongue.

An' if ye think she knew where to find ye, ye must consider her an angel an' no' to be spoken o' in the same breath as de'ils." "I didn't sail from Bridgetown," said Dickory, "and your daughter is not there.

I come from Jamaica, where she now is, and was bound to Bridgetown to seek news of you, hoping that you had returned there." "Which, if he had," said Ben, who found it very difficult to keep quiet, "ye would hae been under the necessity o' givin' your message to his bones hangin' in chains." Bonnet looked savagely at Ben, but he had no time even to curse.
"Jamaica!" he cried, "how did she get there?
Tell me quickly, sir--tell me quickly! Do you hear ?" Dickory was now quite recovered and he told his story, not too quickly, and with much attention to details.