"Well, your Honour, as I was a-saying, after they had rid themselves of the master’s body, the wretches began to carry their plunder into a cave that opened from the back of the flat rock.  Presently one of them stops by me. ’What shall us do with ’e?’ he shouts.  I kept very still, feigning death, yet expecting every moment to have a knife betwixt my ribs.  ’Is ’e done with?’ asked another.  ’Then overboard with ’im.’ Next minute I felt myself being dragged across the platform and pushed off the edge.  I fell about a score of feet, striking the water with a heavy splash.  When I came to the top I struck out, and found myself close to a shelf of rock which the overhanging ledge hid from the villains above.  Here I remained till the coast was clear, then I scrambled up, in spite of my wounds, and made my way across some downs till I met with a kindly farmer, who took me to Wareham.