off, and ‘made a signal for the man of war's boats to
Chap. XXXIV.} 1768.
‘You had better let the vessel lie at the wharf,’ said Malcom
, to the office.
‘I shall not,’ answered Hallowell
the Comptroller, and gave directions to cut the fasts.
‘Stop, at least, till the owner comes,’ said the people who crowded round.
‘No, damn you,’ cried Hallowell
, ‘cast her off.’
‘I'll split out the brains of any man, that offers to reeve a fast, or stop the vessel,’ said the Master
of the Romney
; and he shouted to the marines, to fire.
‘What rascal is that, who dares to tell the marines to fire?’
cried a Bostoneer; and, turning to Harrison
, the Collector
, a well-meaning man, who disapproved the violent manner of the seizure, he added, ‘The owner is sent for; you had better let the vessel lie at the wharf till he comes down.’
‘No, she shall go,’ insisted the Comptroller;! ‘and show me the man who dares oppose it.’1
‘Kill the damned scoundrel,’ cried the Master
‘We will throw the people from the Romney
overboard,’ said Malcom
, stung with anger.
‘By God, she shall go,’ repeated the Master
and he more than once called to the marines, ‘Why don't you fire?’2
and ‘bade them fire.’3
So they cut her moorings, and with ropes in the barges, the sloop was towed away to the Romney
A crowd ‘of boys and negroes’4
gathered at the