Here is the jolly-boat coming off." "Well, pass the men forward and secure them," replied the lieutenant.
"Overhaul the boat's falls, and bring to with the windlass." Newton thought this a good opportunity to state that he was the master of a vessel, and, as such, protected from the impress; he therefore walked over to the lieutenant, addressing him, "I beg your pardon, sir--" "Who are you ?" interrupted the lieutenant, gruffly.
"I was impressed last night, sir;--may I speak to you ?" "No, sir, you may not." "It might save you some trouble, sir--" "It will save me more to send you down below.

Mr Vincent, shove this man down forward; why is he at large ?" "He was under the doctor's hands, I believe, sir.

Come this way, my hearty--stir your stumps." Newton would have expostulated, but he was collared by two of the press-gang, and very unceremoniously handed forward to the hatchway; the grating was taken off, and he was lowered down to the deck below, where he found himself cooped up with more than forty others, almost suffocated for the want of air and space.

The conversation (if conversation it could be called) was nothing but one continued string of curses and execrations, and vows of deep revenge.
The jolly-boat returned, pulling only two oars; the remainder of her crew, with Johnson and Merton, having taken this opportunity of deserting from their forced servitude.

With some hearty execrations upon the heads of the offending parties, and swearing that by G--d there was no such thing as _gratitude_ in a sailor, the commander of the cutter weighed his anchor, and proceeded to sea.
The orders received by the lieutenant of the cutter, although not precisely specifying, still implying, that he was to bring back his cargo alive, as soon as his Majesty's cutter _Lively_ was fairly out at sea the hatches were taken off, and the impressed men allowed to go on deck in the proportion of about one half at a time, two sailors with drawn cutlasses still remaining sentry at the coombings of the hatchway, in case of any discontented fellow presuming to dispute such lawful authority.
Newton Forster was happy to be once more on deck; so much had he suffered during his few hours of confinement, that he really felt grateful for the indulgence.