Blackbeard, whom his companions addressed indiscriminately as "Captain," or "Tony," seemed to exercise a certain authority. He went over to the prisoners on the log and inspected their bonds. "You'll do; can't git loose nohow," he announced. Then, with a savage frown, "But no monkey business. First o' that I see, its a dose o' cold lead for youse, savvy?" He turned to us women. "Well, chickabiddies, we ain't treated you harsh, I hope? Now I don't care about tyin' youse up, in case we can help it, so jest be good girls, and I'll let youse run around loose for a while." But Magnus struck in with an oath. "Loose? You're turnin' soft, I say. The future Mrs. M. there--which I mean to make her if she behaves right--she's a handful, she is. There ain't no low trick she won't play on us if she gets the chance. Better tie her up, I say." "Magnus," responded Tony with severity, "it'd make a person think to hear you talk that you wasn't no gentleman. If you can't keep little Red-top in order without you tie her, why, then hand her over to a guy what can. I bet I wouldn't have a speck o' trouble with her--her and me would git along as sweet as two turtle-doves." "You dry up, Tony," said Magnus, lowering. "I'll look after my own affairs of the heart. Anyway, here's them two old hens what have been makin' me sick with their jabber and nonsense all these weeks. Ain't I goin' to have a chance to get square?" "Here, youse!" struck in Slinker, "quit your jawin'! Here's a feed we ain't seen the like of in weeks."