The captain of the Black Swan simply bowed his head and turned away to obey orders, while Captain Ichabod stepped a little aft and began to survey the captured vessel.  As soon as his back was turned, the captain of the brig was approached by a very respectable elderly gentleman, apparently not engaged either in the mercantile marine or in piratical pursuits, who stopped him and said:  “Sir, my name is Felix Delaplaine, merchant, of Spanish Town, Jamaica.  I am, against my will, engaged in this piratical attack upon your vessel, but I wish to assure you privately that I will not consent to have you robbed of your property, and that, although some of your provisions may be taken by these pirates, I here promise, as an honourable gentleman, to pay you the full value of all that they seize upon.”

The captain of the Black Swan had no opportunity to make an answer to this most extraordinary statement, for at that moment a naval officer, shouting at the top of his voice, came rushing towards the respectable gentleman who had just been making such honourable proposals.  Almost at the same moment there was a great shout from Captain Ichabod, who, drawing his cutlass from its sheath, raised the glittering blade and dashed in pursuit of the naval gentleman.

“Hold there!  Hold there!” cried the pirate.  “Don’t you touch him; don’t you lay your hand upon him!”

But Ichabod was not quick enough.  Dickory, swift as a stag, stretched out both his arms and threw them around the neck of the amazed Mr. Delaplaine.

Now the pirate Ichabod reached the two; his great sword went high in air, and was about to descend upon the naval person, whoever he was, who had made such an unprovoked attack upon his honoured passenger, when his arm was caught by some one from behind.  Turning, with a great curse, his eyes fell upon the face of a young girl.

[Illustration:  Lucilla rescues Dickory.]

“Oh, don’t kill him!  Don’t kill him!” she cried, “he will hurt nobody; he is only hugging the old gentleman.”

Captain Ichabod looked from the girl to the two men, who were actually embracing each other.  Dickory’s back was towards him, but the face of Mr. Delaplaine fairly glowed with delight.

“Oho!” said Ichabod, turning to Lucilla, “and what does this mean, bedad?”

“I don’t know,” she answered, “but the gentleman in the uniform is a good man.  Perhaps the other one is his father.”

“To my eyes,” said Captain Ichabod, “this is a most fearsome mix.”

The Mander family, and nearly everybody else on board, crowded about the little group, gazing with all their eyes but asking no questions.

“Captain Ichabod,” exclaimed Mr. Delaplaine, holding Dickory by the hand, “this is one of the two persons you were taking us to find.  This is Dickory Charter, the son of good Dame Charter, now on your vessel.  He went away with Blackbeard, and we were in search of him.”