grumble, and say they were not under my command, and they would go.

“Come, Jack,” says one of the men, “will you go with me? I’ll go for one.” Jack said he would — and then another — and, in a word, they all left me but one, whom I persuaded to stay, and a boy left in the boat. So the supercargo and I, with the third man, went back to the boat, where we told them we would stay for them, and take care to take in as many of them as should be left; for I told them it was a mad thing they were going about, and supposed most of them would have the fate of Tom Jeffry.

They told me, like seamen, they would warrant it they would come off again, and they would take care, &c.; so away they went.

I entreated them to