'Not more than a dozen.'
'There should be thirteen, I think,' replied Rowland.
'And there probably would have been had not one of them had his brains knocked out this morning in a scuffle with one of your passengers.'
'Which one of them was it who dared to strike one of us?' asked Rowland.
'A devilish rum one, I can tell you, father. If I mistake not, his name was Henry Huntington.'
'Have you got him in custody?'
'Ay, he is safely confined in the cavern.'
'And I hope we shall have an opportunity to hang him,' exclaimed Rowland. 'And Mary Hamilton, is she too, safe?'
'She is, I believe, in the next room with Violette,' answered Blackbeard.
'Herbert, I have resolved that you shall marry that girl,' said Rowland abruptly.