What these reflections were, we shall leave for the present to the imagination of our readers, and resume in our next chapter the further adventures of Blackbeard, Arthur Huntington, and sweet Ellen Armstrong.

CHAPTER VI.

    Interview between Blackbeard and Ellen—­Attempted Murder of
    the latter.  Interference of Elvira.  Blackbeard’s Departure. 
    Elvira’s History.  The Escape.

After having ordered her close alongside the East Indiaman, Blackbeard immediately descended to the place where sweet Ellen Armstrong was confined as a prisoner, and addressed its occupant, in the following manner,

’So Miss Armstrong, you acted the heroine to perfection, this afternoon.’

A look of utter loathing and contempt, being the only answer which the fair Ellen deigned to bestow on the pirate’s words, he continued: 

’You must certainly be mad, my lovely lily of the valley, to look so scornfully upon me, who at present holds in his hand the power of thy life or death.’

’As I am well assured that you will use the awful power you speak, to put a speedy end to my wretched existence,’ replied Ellen, ’I must beg of you, instantly to retire, and thus rid me of your hateful presence.’

‘Stop, stop, my pretty Miss,’ exclaimed Blackbeard, ’not quite so fast, if you please.  In the first place you must learn, that I have at present no intention of taking your life, but on the contrary, I intend to make you my wife, as soon as circumstances will permit.’

‘Pirate, fiend, villain,’ exclaimed Ellen, starting up from her seat and confronting Blackbeard, with all the majesty of injured innocence, ’learn, that rather than become the wife of a desperate robber like thyself, Ellen Armstrong will die, die by her own hand, and—­’

‘Ha, ha ha, there you go into heroics again,’ interrupted the pirate, in a tone of scornful irony, ’but I will soon find a way to bring you back to your senses.  Now, listen,’ he continued, after a moment’s pause, and in a tone of voice changed to stern severity, ’listen I say, to my words, and mark them well.  From the curious scenes which transpired awile ago on the deck of this vessel, in which you chose to act a prominent part, I could draw but one inference, and that was, that you was deeply in love with Arthur Huntington, and now I would ask of you, if this inference is correct.’

’Had you any right to put such a question to me, I should not hesitate to answer it,’ replied Ellen, who by this time had attained a sort of desperate courage which enabled her to bear up under the unaccountable horrors of her situation.

’If I have not a right, you will now perceive that I have the might to compel you to answer,’ exclaimed Blackbeard, who having become by this time, thoroughly infuriated, drew a poniard from his belt, and advancing, towards Ellen, who sunk pale and terrified upon her knee, at his approach, he continued: