"I doubt if Master Bonnet will ever go to the de'il as I feared he would, for now has the de'il come to him.

Oh, Dickory, Dickory! this master o' mine was a worthy mon an' a good ane when I first came to him, an' a' that I hae I owe to him, for I was in sad case, Dickory, very sad case; but now that he has Apollyon for his teacher, he'll cease to know righteousness altogither." Dickory was angry and out of spirits.

"He is a vile poltroon, this master of yours," said he, "consorting with these bloody pirates and leaving his daughter to pine away her days and nights within a little sail of him, while he struts about at the heel of a dirty freebooter dressed like a monkey! He doesn't deserve the daughter he possesses.

Oh, that I could find a ship that would take me back to Jamaica! And I would take you too, Ben Greenway, for it is a foul shame that a good man should spend his days in such vile company." Ben shook his head.

"I'll stand by Master Bonnet," he said, "until the day comes when I shall bid him fareweel at the door o' hell.