 by the Hand, and
took his Leave.
    But tho' the Lieutenant's Reasoning was very satisfactory to himself, it was
not entirely so to his Friend. Jones therefore having revolved this Matter much
in his Thoughts, at last came to a Resolution, which the Reader will find in the
next Chapter.
 

                                  Chapter XIV

 A most dreadful Chapter indeed; and which few Readers ought to venture upon in
                       an Evening, especially when alone.
 
Jones swallowed a large Mess of Chicken, or rather Cock, Broth, with a very good
Appetite, as indeed he would have done the Cock it was made of, with a Pound of
Bacon into the Bargain; and now, finding in himself no Deficiency of either
Health or Spirit, he resolved to get up and seek his Enemy.
    But first he sent for the Serjeant, who was his first Acquaintance among
these military Gentlemen. Unluckily that worthy Officer having, in a literal
Sense, taken his Fill of Liquor, had been some Time retired to his Bolster,
where he was snoring so loud, that it was not easy to convey a Noise in at his
Ears capable of drowning that which issued from his Nostrils.
    However, as Jones persisted in his Desire of seeing him, a vociferous Drawer
at length found Means to disturb his Slumbers, and to acquaint him with the
Message. Of which the Serjeant was no sooner made sensible, than he arose from
his Bed, and having his Clothes already on, immediately attended. Jones did not
think fit to acquaint the Serjeant with his Design, tho' he might have done it
with great Safety; for the Halberdier was himself a Man of Honour, and had
killed his Man. He would therefore have faithfully kept this Secret, or indeed
any other which no Reward was published for discovering. But as Jones knew not
those Virtues in so short an Acquaintance, his Caution was perhaps prudent and
commendable enough.
    He began therefore by acquainting the Serjeant, that as he was now entered
into the Army, he was ashamed of being without what was perhaps the most
necessary Implement of a Soldier, namely, a Sword; adding, that he should be
infinitely obliged to him if he could procure one. »For which,« says he, »I will
give you any reasonable Price. Nor do I insist upon its being Silver-hilted,
only a good Blade, and such as may become a Soldier's Thigh.«
    The Serjeant, who well knew what had happened, and had heard that Jones was
in a very dangerous Condition, immediately concluded, from such a Message, at
such a
