Such infamy, such perfidy to the authorities who had treated him so well, the Scotchman could not at first imagine, but when the truth became plain to him, his face glowed, his eye burned; this vile conduct of his old master was a triumph to Ben's principles.

Wickedness was wickedness, and could not be washed away by respectability.
The days passed on; Bonnet was recaptured, more securely imprisoned, put upon trial, found guilty, and, in spite of the efforts of the advocates of respectability, was condemned to be hung on the same spot where nearly all the members of his pirate crew had been executed.
During all this time Ben Greenway kept away from his old master; he had borne ill-treatment of every kind, but the deception practised upon him when, at his latest interview, Bonnet talked to him of his respectability, having already planned an escape and return to his evil ways, was too much for the honest Scotchman.

He had done with this man, faithless to friend and foe, to his own blood, and even to his own bad reputation.
But not quite done.

It was but half an hour before the time fixed for the pirate's execution that Ben Greenway gained access to him.
"What!" cried Bonnet, raising his head from his hands.

"You here?
I thought I had done with you!" "Ay, I am here," said Ben Greenway.