Everyone was in the boat; for Jackson had quietly prepared and put into her what he considered requisite, when one of the men called out for Newton.
"D----n Newton now!--save your own lives, my lads.

Quick in the boat, all of you." "Not without Mr Newton!" cried the men, unanimously.

"Jump down, Tom Williams, and see where he is; he must sleep devilish sound." The sailor sprung down the companion-hatch, where he found the hawser coiled against the door, and heard Newton struggling inside.

It was enough.

He hastened on deck, and told his companions; adding, that "it would take half an hour to get the poor fellow out, and that's longer than we dare stay, for in ten minutes the brig will be to pieces." "It is you, you murdering rascal, who did it!" cried the man to Jackson.
"I tell you what, my lads, if poor Mr Newton is to die, let this scoundrel keep him company." A general shout proclaimed the acquiescence of the other seamen in this act of retributive justice.