But I can assure you, sir, that we do not look nearly so strange to you as you appear to us.

Never before, sir, did I see in this climate, and on shore, a man attired in such fashion." Dickory smiled.

"I will tell you the tale of it," he said, "when we have eaten; I admit that I am famished." The man was now called away, and when he returned he said to Dickory: "Fear nothing, sir; your ship is no longer at the anchorage by the spring.

She has sailed away, wisely concluding, I suppose, that pursuit of you would be folly, and even madness." The dinner was an exceedingly plain one, spread upon a rude table under a tree.

The little girl, who had overcome her fear of "the soldier" as she considered him, made one of the party.
During the meal Dickory briefly told his story, confining it to a mere statement of his escape from the pirates.
"Blackbeard!" exclaimed the man.