"To meet me?" roared Blackbeard; "what does he want to meet me for, and why don't he come and do it instead of sending you?"
"Not he," said Bittern. "He is a great man, if not a sailor; he knows what is politeness on shipboard, and as he is the last comer you must be the first caller. He is all dressed up now, hoping that you will row over to the Revenge as soon as you know that he is its commander."
The hairy pirate leaned back and laughed in loud explosions.
"He is a rare man, truly," he exclaimed, "this Captain Nightcap of yours—"
"Bonnet," interrupted Bittern.
"Well, one is as good as the other," cried Blackbeard, "and he be well clothed if it be of the right colour. And you started out with him to sail his ship, you rascal? That's a piece of impudence almost as great as his own."
Bittern did not much like this speech, and wanted to explain that since he had served under Blackbeard he had commanded vessels himself, but he restrained himself and told how Sam Loftus had been tumbled overboard for running afoul his captain, and how he had been appointed to his place.
Now Blackbeard laughed again, with a great pound upon his knee. "He is a man after my own heart," he shouted, "be he sailor or no sailor, this nightcap commander of yours. I know I shall love him!" And springing to his feet and uttering a resounding oath, he swore that he would visit his new brother that afternoon.
"Now, away with you!" cried Blackbeard, "and tell Sir Nightcap—"
"Bonnet," interrupted Bittern.