In a fit of rage he seized an adze, and darted toward me.

I met him with a maul, and parried his blow, or I should have then lost my life.

A son of old Tom Lanman (the latter's double murder I have elsewhere charged upon him), in the spirit of his miserable father, made an assault upon me, but the blow with his maul missed me.

After the united assault of North, Stewart, Hays and Humphreys, finding that the carpenters were as bitter toward me as the apprentices, and that the latter were probably set on by the former, I found my only chances for life was in flight.

I succeeded in getting away, without an additional blow.