Well, and suppose he is!—­Why then I hope it is easy for Ganmore, or any body else, myself suppose in my pea-jacket and great watch coat, (if any other make scruple to do it), while he stands in the way, gaping and staring like a novice, to stumble against him, and push him overboard!  —­A rich thought—­is it not, Belford?—­He is certainly plaguy officious in the ladies’ correspondence; and I am informed, plays double between mother and daughter, in fear of both.—­Dost not see him, Jack?—­I do—­ popping up and down, his wig and hat floating by him; and paddling, pawing, and dashing, like a frighted mongrel—­I am afraid he never ventured to learn to swim.

But thou wilt not drown the poor fellow; wilt thou?

No, no!—­that is not necessary to the project—­I hate to do mischiefs supererogatory.  The skiff shall be ready to save him, while the vessel keeps its course:  he shall be set on shore with the loss of wig and hat only, and of half his little wits, at the place where he embarked, or any where else.

Well, but shall we not be in danger of being hanged for three such enormous rapes, although Hickman should escape with only a bellyful of sea-water?

Yes, to be sure, when caught—­But is there any likelihood of that?—­ Besides, have we not been in danger before now for worse facts? and what is there in being only in danger?—­If we actually were to appear in open day in England before matters are made up, there will be greater likelihood that these women will not prosecute that they will.—­For my own part, I should wish they may.  Would not a brave fellow choose to appear in court to such an arraignment, confronting women who would do credit to his attempt?  The country is more merciful in these cases, than in any others:  I should therefore like to put myself upon my country.

Let me indulge in a few reflections upon what thou mayest think the worst that can happen.  I will suppose that thou art one of us; and that all five are actually brought to trial on this occasion:  how bravely shall we enter a court, I at the head of you, dressed out each man, as if to his wedding appearance!—­You are sure of all the women, old and young, of your side.—­What brave fellows!—­what fine gentlemen!—­There goes a charming handsome man!—­meaning me, to be sure!—­who could find in their hearts to hang such a gentleman as that? whispers one lady, sitting perhaps on the right hand of the recorder:  [I suppose the scene to be in London:] while another disbelieves that any woman could fairly swear against me.  All will crowd after me:  it will be each man’s happiness (if ye shall chance to be bashful) to be neglected:  I shall be found to be the greatest criminal; and my safety, for which the general voice will be engaged, will be yours.

But then comes the triumph of triumphs, that will make the accused look up, while the accusers are covered with confusion.

Make room there!—­stand by!—­give back!—­One receiving a rap, another an elbow, half a score a push a piece!—­