at 
Payne making a thrust at the mate, he 
awoke, and terrified, exclaimed, “what! 
what! what!” “Is this——Oh! Payne ! 
Oh! Comstock!” ’Don’tkillme, don’t;” 
“ have I not always-Here Corn- 
stock interrupted him, saying, “Yes! 
you have always been a d—-d rascal ; 
you tell lies of me out of the ship will 
you? It’s a d—d good time to beg 
now, but j ou’re too late,” here the mate 
sprang, and grasped him by the throat. 
In the scuffle, the light which Comstock 
held in his hand was knocked out, and 
the axe fell from his hand; but the grasp 
of Mr. Beetle upon his throat, did not 
prevent him from making Payne under¬ 
stand that his weapon was lost, who felt 
about until he found it, and having giv¬ 
en it to Comstock, he managed to strike 
him a blow upon the head, which frac¬ 
tured his skull; when he fell into the 
pantry where he lay groaning until de¬ 
spatched by Comstock ! The steward 
held a light at this time, while Oliver 
put in a blow as often as possible ! 
The second and third mates, fastened 
