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.  I don’t know what I do when I’m in liquor.—­Don’t leave me!—­I’ll obey your orders, and do anything you wish!—­I’ll wait upon you as your servant!—­I will, indeed, Mr Newton!”

“I neither ask that you will obey my orders, nor wait upon me,” replied Newton.  “All I request is, that you will lay aside your wanton animosity, and exert yourself to save your life.  For what you have already attempted against me, may God forgive you, as I do!  For what you may hereafter attempt, you will find me prepared.  Now follow me into the boat.”

Without further exchange of words Newton, followed by Jackson, went into the boat, and shoved off.  The weather was moderate and the wind light.  There were two islets which Newton had marked, which apparently were not covered at high water, one about ten miles distant in the supposed direction of the land, for Newton had shrewdly guessed the locality of the reef; and the other about two miles from the first, further out, with trees growing to the water’s edge.  To this latter Newton proposed pulling, and waiting there until the next morning.  When they were both in the boat, Newton finding that the wind was contrary, unshipped the mast, and taking the foremost oar, that Jackson might not sit behind him, desired him to take the other.  The tide, which was now flood, and swept out to the southward, obliged them to pull at an angle to reach their intended destination.  It was not until sunset that, with great exertion, they fetched the island nearest to the land, not the one that was covered with trees, as they had intended.  As soon as the boat was secured, exhausted with fatigue, they both threw themselves down on the sand, where they remained for some time.  Having recovered a little, Newton procured from the boat some of the supplies which they required, and after satisfying their hunger in silence, they both lay down to repose.  Newton, who was still afraid of Jackson’s diabolical enmity, which his silence implied to be again at work, closed his eyes, and pretended for some time to be asleep.  As soon as it was dark, he rose, and first listening to the breathing of his comrade, who appeared to be in a sound slumber, he walked away from him about one hundred yards, so that it would be difficult to find him; he placed the handspike under his head for a pillow, and worn out with mental and bodily fatigue, was soon in a state of oblivion.