He was very well satisfied with his treatment in Charles Town, which city he had never before had the pleasure of visiting.
The attentions paid to Ben Greenway were not pleasing; sometimes he was shoved into one corner and sometimes into another.

He frequently had enough to eat and drink, but very often this was not the case.

Bonnet never inquired after him.

If he thought of him at all, he hoped that he had been killed in the fight, for if that were the case he would be rid of his eternal preachments.
Greenway made known the state of his own case whenever he had a chance to do so, but his complaints received no attention, and he might have remained with the crew of the Royal James as long as they were shut up in the watch-house had not some of the hairy cut-throats themselves taken pity upon him and assured the guards that this man was not one of them, and that they knew from what they had heard him say and seen him do that there was no more determined enemy of piracy in all the Western continent.

So it happened, that after some weeks of confinement Greenway was let out of the watch-house and allowed to find quarters for himself.
The first day the Scotchman was free he went to the provost-marshal's house and petitioned an interview with his old master, Bonnet.
"Heigho!" cried the latter, who was comfortably seated in a chair reading a letter.