who was calm, immediately proceeded to give the orders which he had already arranged in his mind; and the coolness with which they were given quieted the alarm of the seamen, and allowed them time to recall their scattered senses.  This, however, proved unfortunate for Jackson.  Had they all hurried in the boat at once, and shoved off, he would in all probability have been permitted to go with them, and Newton, in the hurry of their self-preservation, would have been forgotten; but his cool behaviour restored their confidence, and, unhappily for him, gave the seamen time to reflect.  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.  Jackson, with a loud oath, attempted to spring into the boat, but was repelled by the seamen; again he made the attempt, with dreadful imprecations.  He was on the plane-sheer of the brig, and about to make a spring, when a blow from a handspike (the same handspike with which he had murdered the unfortunate seaman) struck him senseless, and he fell back into the lee-scuppers.  The boat then shoved off, and had not gained more than two cables’ lengths from the vessel, when Newton effected his escape, and ran on deck, as narrated in our last chapter.

The brig had now beat up so high on the reef that she remained firmly fixed upon it; and the tide having ebbed considerably, she was less exposed to the beating of the waves.  The sun was also about to make his appearance, and it was broad daylight when Jackson first came to his recollection.  His brain whirled, his ideas were confused, and he had but a faint reminiscence of what had occurred.  He felt that the water washed his feet, and with a sort of instinct he rose, and staggered up to windward.  In so doing, without perceiving him, he stumbled over the body of Newton, who also was roused up by the shock.  A few moments passed before either could regain his scattered senses; and, at the same time, both sitting up on the deck, at about a yard distant, they discovered and recognised each other.