I was coming into town from across the bay; I had hired a Spaniard to bring me across in a small sailboat, and the tide carried us down too far, so I told him to land and I'd walk back to town, rather than tack back.

And these men met me, and tried to rob me! This man," he accused excitedly, pointing a rageful finger at Swift, "was going to stab me in the throat when he saw I resisted.

I was fighting the three, and they were getting the best of me.

I never owned a gun, and I just had my fists.

The two others had grabbed me, and this man Swift pulled a knife.