CHAPTER XLVIII.
IN WHICH CAPTAIN JACK FINDS ENEMIES AMONG HIS OWN MEN—THE TABLES ARE TURNED.
It was now very plain, from the progress of our story, that Colonel Blood had fully got Captain Jack and his gang under his thumb, and that their very lives depended on his will and pleasure.
It was also known that he was a great favourite of the king, and that whatever he might say or do was law.
Old Tom Bates—he with the long nose, off which Colonel Blood had not long ago knocked a large pimple—was in exceeding great wrath, and secretly vowed vengeance against Colonel Blood.
If the truth must be told, old Bates had not long before that had a long conference with Captain Jack about this Colonel Know-all, as Bates termed him.
He and Captain Jack met by accident, one evening, and entering a wine-shop, began to drink very heavily.
“I tell yer what it is, captain,” said old Bates, tossing off a bumper and winking very cunningly, “I’ll tell yer what it is, captain.”
“Well, what is it?” said Captain Jack, adjusting the black patch over his eye, and winking with the other.