The mast and sails were found, and the latter bent;--a keg was filled with water,--a compass taken out of the binnacle,--a few pieces of beef, and some bread, collected in a bag and thrown in.

He also procured some bottles of wine and cider from the cabin: these he stowed away carefully in the little locker, which was fitted under the stern-sheets of the boat.

In an hour everything was ready; and throwing into her some pieces of spare rope, and a small grapnel to anchor with, there being still sufficient water alongside to float her, Newton gradually lowered one tackle and then another, until the boat was safe in the water.

He then hauled her up alongside, made her fast by the painter, and stepped her mast.
All was now ready--but to leave Jackson to be washed away by the returning tide, when the brig would unquestionably go to pieces!--Newton could not do it.

True, he had sought his life, and still displayed the most inveterate rancour towards him; and Newton felt convinced that no future opportunity would occur that his enemy would not profit by, to insure his destruction.