He eyed him malevolently, and then observed, with a sneer, "That's what all skulkers may expect on board of my vessel." Newton made no answer, and Jackson went forward, where the remainder of the crew were heaving up the anchor with the windlass.

Newton walked up to the seaman, who appeared still insensible, and examined him.

The iron plate at the end of the handspike had cut deep into the skull, and there was every appearance of a contusion of the brain.
Calling the boy who attended the cabin, Newton, with his assistance, carried the man below, and laid him in his berth.

He then repaired on deck, and took the helm, the anchor of the brig being atrip.

In a quarter of an hour the sail was on her, and she followed the course steered by the men-of-war, who were about to run through the other islands, and pick up several vessels, who were waiting for their protection.
"If you expect an easy berth as first mate, you are mistaken, my joker," said Jackson to Newton, as he steered the vessel; "you've skulked long enough, and shall now work double tides, or take the consequence.