As he left the cabin I heard the captain say,-- "Give the men an extra glass of grog, and don't forget the buck-shot." The reader may conceive the horror with which I heard this murderous conversation.

I immediately repeated it to Bill, who seemed much perplexed about it.

At length he said,-- "I'll tell you what I'll do, Ralph: I'll swim ashore after dark and fix a musket to a tree not far from the place where we'll have to land, and I'll tie a long string to the trigger, so that when our fellows cross it they'll let it off, and so alarm the village in time to prevent an attack, but not in time to prevent us gettin' back to the boat; so, master captain," added Bill with a smile that for the first time seemed to me to be mingled with good-natured cheerfulness, "you'll be baulked at least for once in your life by Bloody Bill." After it grew dark, Bill put this resolve in practice.

He slipped over the side with a musket in his left hand, while with his right he swam ashore and entered the woods.

He soon returned, having accomplished his purpose, and got on board without being seen,--I being the only one on deck.
When the hour of midnight approached the men were mustered on deck, the cable was cut and the muffled sweeps got out.