Raising his cutlass in air, he was about to bring it down upon one of the cowards he berated, when suddenly he was seized by two powerful hands, which pinned his arms behind him.

With a scream of rage, he turned his head and found that he was in the grasp of Ben Greenway.
"Let go your sword, Master Bonnet," said Ben; "it is o' no use to ye now, for ye canna get awa' from me.

I'm nae older than ye are, though I look it, an' I've got the harder muscles.

Ye may be makin' your way steadily an' surely to the gates o' hell an' it mayna be possible that I can prevent ye, but I'm not goin' to let ye tumble in by accident so long as I've got two arms left to me." Pale, haggard, and writhing, Stede Bonnet was disarmed, and the Jolly Roger came down..