to Burril, the Boatſwain, and the Maſter, To their next merry Meeting,
and up he puts the Bottle; then he takes a Turn with Nut, asking what he thought of the Weather, and ſuch like. In the mean while Filemore takes up the Axe, and turns it round upon the Point, as if at Play, then both he and Harradine wink at him, thereby letting him know they were ready; upon which Signal he ſeizes Nut by the Collar, with one Hand between his Legs, and toſs’d him over the Side of the Veſſel, but, he holding by Cheeſeman’s Sleeve, ſaid, Lord have Mercy upon me! what are you going to do, Carpenter?
He told him it was an unneceſſary Queſtion, For,
ſays he, Maſter, you are a dead Man,
ſo ſtrikes him over the Arm, Nut looſes his Hold, tumbles into the Sea, and never ſpoke more.
By this time the Boatſwain was dead; for as ſoon as Filemore ſaw the Maſter laid hold of, he raiſed up the Axe, and divided his Enemy’s Head in two: The Noiſe brought the Captain upon Deck, whom Cheeſeman ſaluted with the Blow of a Mallet, which broke his Jaw-Bone, but did not knock him down; Harradine came in then with the Carpenter’s Adds, but Sparks, the Gunner, interpoſing between him and Captain Phillips, Cheeſeman trips up his Heels, and flung him into the Arms of Charles Jvymay, one of his Conſorts, who that Inſtant diſcharg’d him into the Sea; and at the ſame Time Harradine compaſſed his Buſineſs with the Captain aforeſaid: Cheeſeman loſt no Time, but from the Deck jumps into the Hold, and was about to beat out the Brains of Archer, the Quarter-Maſter, having ſtruck him two or three Blows with his blunt Weapon the Mallet, when Harry Giles, a young Lad, came down after him, and deſir’d his Life might be ſpar’d, as an Evidence of their own Innocence; that he having all the Spoil and Plunder in his Cuſtody, it may appear, that theſe tragick Proccedings were not un-
