He was dead, her father was safe from him.

How he died, how Dickory came to bring the letter, how anything had happened that had happened except the death of Captain Vince, did not at this moment concern her.

Not until now had she known how the fear of the vengeful captain of the Badger had constantly been with her.
Over and over again Dickory told his tale to his mother.

She interrupted him so much with her embraces that he could not explain things clearly to her, but she did not care, she had him with her.

He was with her, and she had fast hold of him, and she would never let him go again.