Buchanan—In the cock-pit by the purser's cabin-door, with the sword in his hand.
The Recorder—What time of the night was this?
Buchanan—Between two and three o'clock; I lighted a candle at the lanthorn in the gun-room, and was going down to the captain with it, as supposing him to be without light; and as I was going down with it, the captain held up his sword, waved it, and said, Go back, and stay where you are.
The Recorder—You said that sir John Dineley cried out Murder! Was that before you offered the candle to the captain?
Buchanan—Yes, Sir; it was before.
The Recorder—How long?
Buchanan—About a quarter of an hour.
The Recorder—How long did the cry of murder continue?
Buchanan—About three or four minutes; soon after the captain had ordered me to keep back, he called for a candle, and I carried one down, and he gave me the sword, and bid me stand upon my post; and said he, if my brother makes any more noise, let him alone and send for me; and he locked the purser's cabin-door, and took the key away with him; and in the morning the doctor's mate, the cooper, and I consulted together about it; and I was willing to know, if sir John was dead or not: and when we peeped into the cabin, we saw him lying in a very odd sort of posture, with his hat over his face, and one of his legs lay crooked; upon which we concluded he was dead.
The Recorder—How long were you off your post from first to last?