"I don't want to hang him, I want to save him, body an' soul.

We will get him awa' from here after the ship has gone, he will be helpless then, he canna be a pirate a minute longer, an' he will give up an' do what I tell him.

We can leave before there is ony talk o' trial or hangin'.
Run, Dickory, run! Ye're sinfully losin' time.

Think o' his soul, Dickory; it's his only chance!" With a great jerk Dickory freed himself from the grasp of the Scotchman.
"It is Kate Bonnet I am thinking of!" he exclaimed, and with that he bolted into the church.
The captain was examining the little pulpit.

"Haste ye! haste ye!" cried Dickory, "your men are all hurrying to the boats, they will leave you behind if they can; that's what they are after." [Illustration: "Haste ye! haste ye," cried Dickory, "they will leave you behind."] Bonnet turned quickly.