1 Pew," he cried, "they've been before us.
2 The same broadside I lost my leg, old Pew lost his deadlights.
3 Only, he added, I'm glad I trod on Master Pew's corns, for by this time he had heard my story.
4 At this Pew saw his error, turned with a scream, and ran straight for the ditch, into which he rolled.
5 Down went Pew with a cry that rang high into the night; and the four hoofs trampled and spurned him and passed by.
6 There was some that was feared of Pew, and some that was feared of Flint; but Flint his own self was feared of me.
7 Old Pew, as had lost his sight, and might have thought shame, spends twelve hundred pound in a year, like a lord in Parliament.
8 Master Pew's dead, when all's done; not that I regret it, but he's dead, you see, and people will make it out against an officer of his Majesty's revenue, if make it out they can.
9 I had seen the captain, and Black Dog, and the blind man, Pew, and I thought I knew what a buccaneer was like--a very different creature, according to me, from this clean and pleasant-tempered landlord.
10 Squalling was the word for it; Pew's anger rose so high at these objections till at last, his passion completely taking the upper hand, he struck at them right and left in his blindness and his stick sounded heavily on more than one.
11 And that was plainly the last signal of danger, for the buccaneers turned at once and ran, separating in every direction, one seaward along the cove, one slant across the hill, and so on, so that in half a minute not a sign of them remained but Pew.