FROM thence they went towards Guildhall, and in Cheapside they attempted to rob several Persons, some of whom escaped by running away, and others by running into Shops; and near the Bottom of King-street meeting a Gentleman, Potbury and Billingsley laid hold of him, whilst little Gadd took his Gold Watch. After this, at the End of Catherine street , they stopt another Person, and took also his Gold Watch, but as they were rifling him, his Hat fell off, which they were for once so honest as to return, wish'd him a good Night, and thereupon they all sheer'd off.

AFTER this they went to Fenchurch street , and there stopped a Gentleman, whilst Potbury robbed him of his Silver Watch; which done, they turned down the first Street they came to, the Gentleman at the same Time following them, crying out, Thieves! Thieves! upon which another came to his Assistance, and laid hold of Field; but his Companions rescued him, and fell on the two Gentlemen with their Bludgeons and Cutlasses; and so they brought him safely off.

FROM thence they went to Bishopsgate street , and there stopped a Gentleman, and while some of them held him, Potbury took from him his Gold Watch: The Gentleman attempting to lay hold of Potbury, and they seeing it, one of them run in between the Gentleman and Potbury, and jostled him that his Hat fell off, upon which one of them took it up, and said, Sir, I am afraid you have got into bad Company, take your Hat, and I would advise you to get off as fast as you can, for Fear of further Mischief. On which the Gentleman made Answer, I am afraid you are a Parcel of Rogues and Thieves; and so he marched off.

THE same Night, in a Street by Bloomsbury-Square , they stopped another Gentleman, and Potbury took his Silver Watch; after which the Gentleman cry'd out, My Wash, my Wash, Murder, Murder! Upon this Potbury, Billingsley, Wells, Harper, and others, fell on him, and cut him with their Hangers, that it was well the Gentleman came off with his Life.

ANOTHER Evening they all agreed to go to Covent-Garden . When they came there they separated themselves under the Piazza, waiting till the Play was done, in order to Pick Pockets. Billingsley being nigh the Playhouse Door, a Soldier, who stood Centry, bid him go about his Business. On which he swore, D - n him, he would not. With that the Soldier said, if he would not, he would Fire at him. He said, Do if you dare, for by G - d if you miss me I'll cut your Head off with my Hanger. With that the Soldier levell'd his Musket and Fired at him, but the Ball missed Billingsley, and unfortunately killed a Chairman, who was waiting there. This was the Chairman who was killed some Months ago, and laid in the Bonehouse belonging to Covent Garden Church.

SOME few Nights after this Murder, James Cole< no role > , William Harper< no role > , and one more, (not yet taken) went to pick Pockets up and down in the Strand , where they met with several of their Companions upon the same Lay. Two Gentlemen coming along, they attempted to pick their Pockets; upon which the Gentlemen made some Resistance. Whereon some of them drew their Hangers and Cutlasses, and the Gentlemen retired for some Time, but advanced again after with drawn Swords in their Hands: Cole and Harper standing together, the Gentlemen laid hold on Cole, and carried him into a Tavern behind the New Church in the Strand. Several of the Gang hearing of this Event, went with a Design to rescue him; but before they came, the Gentlemen, with some Assistance, had carried him to the Watch House in Strand-Lane, near the Strand , and then they thought it impracticable to get him off.

ABOUT Eleven o'Clock at Night, Field, Billingsley, Wells, Potbury, Gadd, (the little Boy) and several more of the Gang, being drinking at a Publick House, a Council was held concerning the Rescue of Cole, and it was agreed they should put on their Hangers; besides which they took with them likewise Choppers and Pokers, and a Dark Lanthorn, and away they went to the Watch House, and then they fell to breaking it open. In the Interim, some of the Neighbours put their Heads out of their Windows, crying out, Murder! Murder! With that one of them pulled a Pistol out of his Pocket, and fired it amongst them, which made them draw their Heads in: Then they fell to Work again, till they broke the Watch House open, and carried Cole off.

THEY all went one Evening to the Cloysters, and there Billingsley being in Liquor, ran up to a Man to feel if he had a Watch: The Man pushed him from him; with that Billingsley gave