In their surprise at what they beheld the pirates had not thrown their grapnels at the proper moment, and now the two vessels had drifted still farther apart.
Presently Ben Greenway came hurrying to the side of the merchantman, dragging its captain by the hand.
"Master Bonnet! Master Bonnet!" he cried; "this is your old friend, Abner Marchand, o' our town; an' this is his good ship the Amanda.

I knew her when I first caught sight o' her figure-head, havin' seen it so often at her pier at Bridgetown.

An' so, now that ye know wha it is that ye hae inadvertently captured, ye may ca' off your men an' bid them sheathe their frightful cutlasses." At this, a roar arose from the pirates, who, having thrown some of their grappling-irons over the gunwale of the merchantman, were now pulling hard upon them to bring the two vessels together, and Captain Bonnet shouted back at Ben: "What are you talking about, you drivelling idiot; haven't you told Mr.Marchand that I am a pirate ?" "Indeed I hae no'," cried Ben, "for I don't believe ye are are; at least, no' to your friends an' neebours." To this Bonnet made a violent reply, but it was not heard.

The two vessels had now touched and the crowd of yelling pirates had leaped upon the deck of the Amanda.

Bonnet was not far behind his men, and, sword in hand, he rushed towards the spot where stood the merchant captain with his crew hustling together behind him.