"And if, with that ship," said Greenway, his eyes beginning to sparkle, "he become an honest merchant--"
"I don't trust him," said Blackbeard; "he is a knave and a sharper, and there is no truth in him. But when you have settled up my business, my clerk, and have gotten me well converted, I will send you away with him, and you shall take up again the responsibility of his soul."
The Scotchman clapped his horny hands together. "And once I get him back to Bridgetown, I will burn his cursed ship!"
"Heigho!" cried Blackbeard, "and that will be your way of converting him? You know your business, my royal chaplain, you know it well." And with that he gave Greenway a tremendous slap on the back which would have dashed to the deck an ordinary man, but Ben Greenway was a Scotchman, tough as a yew-tree.