Boy now ventured to approach Captain Lake, on the quarter deck, and with an anxious petitioning countenance, asked for the goods, which had been promised him.  Prepared for the desperate game he was about to play, it was the object of Lake to gain as much time as possible, that he might get his vessel under way, before he came to an open rupture.  Therefore, he pretended to be busy in writing, and desired Boy to wait a moment.  Becoming impatient with delay, Boy repeated his demand a second and a third time:  “Give me my bars.”  “I NO WILL,” said Lake, in a voice of thunder, which could hardly have been expected from a frame so emaciated as his.  “I no will, I tell you; I won’t give you a—­flint.  Give me my mate, you black rascal, or I will bring a thousand men of war here in a day or two; they shall come and burn down your towns, and kill every one of you; bring me my mate.”  Terrified by the demeanor of Lake, and the threats and oaths he made use of, poor King Boy suddenly retreated, and seeing men going aloft to loosen the sails, apprehensive of being carried off to sea, he quickly disappeared from the deck of the brig, and was soon observed making his way on shore in his canoe, with the rest of his people; this was the last they saw of him.  In a few minutes from the time Boy had left the vessel, the mate, Mr. Spittle, was sent off in a canoe, so terrified were the Brass people that a man of war would come, and put Lake’s threats into execution.

At ten in the morning the vessel was got under way, and they dropped down the river.  At noon the breeze died away, and they were obliged to let go an anchor to prevent their drifting on the western breakers, at the mouth of the river.  A few minutes more would have been fatal to them, and the vessel was fortunately stopped, although the depth of water where she lay, was only five fathoms.  The rollers, as the large high waves are called, which come into the river over the bar, were so high, that they sometimes passed nearly over the bow of the vessel, and caused her to ride very uneasily by her anchor.  They had been obliged to anchor immediately abreast of the Pilot’s town, and expected every moment that they should be fired at from the battery.  Time was of the greatest importance to them; they had made Boy their enemy, and expected before they could get out of the river, he would summon his people and make an attack upon them, whilst their whole party amounted only to twenty men, two thirds of whom were Africans.  The pilot also, whom Lake had offended so much, was known to be a bold and treacherous ruffian.  He was the same person, who steered the brig Susan among the breakers, by which that vessel narrowly escaped destruction, with the loss of her windlass, and an anchor and cable.  The fellow had done this, merely with the hope of obtaining a part of the wreck, as it drifted on shore.  Another vessel, a Liverpool oil trader, was actually lost on the bar, by the treachery of the same individual, who having effected his purpose,