He clapped his well-mannered host upon the back as he shouted some fragment of a wild sea-song.
"And who is this ?" he cried, as they rose from the table and he first caught sight of Ben Greenway.

"Is this your chaplain?
He looks as sanctimonious as an empty rum cask.

And that baby boy there, what do you keep him for?
Are they for sale?
I would like to buy the boy and let him keep my accounts.

I warrant he has enough arithmetic in his head to divide the prize-moneys among the men." "He is no slave," said Bonnet; "he came to this vessel to bring me a message from my daughter, but he is an ill-bred stripling, and can neither read nor write." "Then let's kill him!" cried Blackbeard, and drawing his pistol he sent a bullet about two inches above Dickory's head.
At this the men who had gathered themselves at every available point set up a cheer.

Never before had they beheld such a magnificent and reckless miscreant.
Dickory did not start or move, but he turned very pale, and then he reddened and his eyes flashed.