But he was a Christian gentleman and a loving uncle, and he banished this thought from his heart.

He listened to Kate as she rapidly went on talking, but he did not hear her; his mind was busy with the news he had to tell her--the news that she must give up her loving search and go back with him to Spanish Town.
"And now, uncle," said Kate, "there's another thing I want to say to you.

Since this great grief has been lifted from my soul, since I know that no wrathful and vindictive captain of a man-of-war is scouring the seas, armed with authority to kill my father and savage for his life, I feel that it is not right for me to put other people who are so good to me to sad discomfort and great expense to try to follow my father into regions far away, and to us almost unknown.
"Some day he will come back into this part of the world, and I hope he may return disheartened and weary of his present mode of life, and then I may have a better chance of winning him back to the domestic life he used to love so much.

But he is safe, uncle, and that is everything now, and so I came to say to you that I think it would be well for us to relieve this kind Captain Ichabod from the charges and labours he has taken upon himself for our sakes and, if it be possible, engage that ship yonder to take us back to Jamaica; she was sailing in that direction, and her captain might be induced to touch at Kingston.

This is what I have been thinking about, dear uncle, and do you not agree with me ?" High rose the spirits of the good Mr.Delaplaine; banished was all the overhanging blackness of his dreaded interview with Kate.