that it shall be ...
delivered." "I swear," said Dickory, as on his knees he took the blood-smeared letter.

He hastily slipped it into the breast of his coat, and then he was barely able to move quick enough to keep the Englishman's head from striking the deck.
"How now!" sounded a harsh growl at his ear.

"Get you into your cabin or you will be hurt.

It is not time yet for the fleecing of corpses! I am choking for a glass of brandy.

Get in and stay there!" In another minute Blackbeard, refreshed, was running aft, the cut through his shoulder bleeding, but entirely forgotten.
There was no fighting now upon the deck of the Revenge; the conflict raged, but it had been transferred to the Badger.