Yet to leave him--a murderer!--with all his sins upon his soul, to be launched so unprepared into the presence of an offended Creator!--it was impossible--it was contrary to his nature and to the religion which he professed.

How could he hope for the Divine assistance in his perilous undertaking, when he embarked on it, regardless of the precept to forgive his enemy?
Newton ascended to that part of the deck where Jackson lay, and roused him.

Jackson awoke, as if from a deep sleep, and then stared at Newton, who, as a precaution, held the handspike in his hand.
"Mr Jackson," said Newton, "I have roused you to let you know that the boat is now ready, and that I am going to shove off." Jackson, who recollected the scene of the previous night, and perceived Newton standing over him with the hand-spike, appeared wholly unnerved.

In point of muscular power Newton was his superior, independent of the weapon in his possession.
"Not without me!--not without me!" cried Jackson, raising himself upon his knees.

"For mercy's sake, Mr Newton, do not leave me to this horrid death!" "You would have left me to one even more dreadful," replied Newton.
"I beg your pardon!--Pardon me, Mr Newton, I was drunk at the time--indeed I was.