Another stroke and the English captain lay insensible and still.
With the scream of a maddened Indian, Blackbeard sprung into the air, and when his feet touched the deck he danced.

He would have hewn his victim into pieces, he would have scattered him over the decks, but there was no time for such recreations.

Forward the battle raged with tremendous fury, and into the midst of it dashed Blackbeard.
From the companion-way leading to the captain's cabin there now appeared a pale young face.

It was that of Dickory Charter, who had been ordered by Blackbeard, before the two vessels came together, to shut himself in the cabin and to keep out of the broil, swearing that if he made himself unfit to present to Eliza he would toss his disfigured body into the sea.

Entirely unarmed and having no place in the fight, Dickory had obeyed, but the spirit of a young man which burned within him led him to behold the greater part of the conflict between Blackbeard and the English captain.