You have not noticed, perchance, that his legs are so feeble that he could scarce mount from the cabin to the deck.

It would be impossible for him to walk a plank; and as for my daughter and myself, we know nothing about such a thing, and could not, out of sheer ignorance." For a moment a shadow of perplexity fell upon Captain Bonnet's face.

He could readily perceive that the infirm Mr.Ballinger could not walk a plank, or even mount one, unless some one went with him to assist him, and as to his wife, she was evidently a termagant; and, having sailed his ship and floated his Jolly Roger in order to get rid of one termagant, he was greatly annoyed at being brought thus, face to face, with another.

He stood for a moment silent.

The old gentleman looked as if he would like to go down to his cabin and cover up his head with his blanket until all this commotion should be over; the daughter sobbed as she gazed about her, taking in every point of this most novel situation; and the mother, with dilated nostrils, still glared.
In the midst of all this varying disturbance Captain Marchand stood quiet and unmoved, apparently paying no attention to any one except his old neighbour and fellow-vestryman, Stede Bonnet, upon whose face his eyes were steadily fixed.
Ben Greenway now approached the pirate captain and led him aside.
"Let your men make awa' wi' the cargo as they please--I doubt if it be more than odds an' ends, for such are the goods they bring to Bridgetown--an' let them cast off an' go their way, an' ye an' I will return to Bridgetown in the Amanda an' a' may yet be weel, this bit o' folly bein' forgotten." It might have been supposed that Bonnet would have retaliated upon the Scotchman for thus advising him, in the very moment of triumph, to give up his piratical career and to go home quietly to his plantation, but, instead of that, he paused for a moment's reflection.
"Ben Greenway," said he, "there is good sense in what you say.