Now, Dickory boy, make your heels fly! I noticed, before we got here, that some o' the men were makin' their way to the boats; dash ye amang them, Dickory, an' tell them that the day they've been longin' for, ever since they set foot on the vessel, has now come.

Their captain is a prisoner, an' they are free to hurry on board their vessel an' carry awa wi' them a' their vile plunder." "What!" exclaimed Dickory, speaking so earnestly that the Scotchman pulled him farther away from the church, "do you mean that you would leave Captain Bonnet here by himself, in a foreign town ?" "No' a bit o' it," said Ben, "I'll stay wi' him an' so will you.

Now run, Dickory!" "Ben!" exclaimed the other, "you don't know what you are talking about! Captain Bonnet would be seized and tried as a pirate.

His blood would be on your head, Ben!" "I canna talk about that now," said Ben impatiently, "ye think too much o' the man's body, Dickory, an' I am considerin' his soul." "And I am considering his daughter," said Dickory fearlessly; "do you suppose I am going to help to have her father hanged ?" and with these words he made a movement towards the door.
The eager Scotchman seized him.

"Dickory, bethink yoursel'," said he.