‘_Jacob Broad_ was always very happy in having Followers as acute as himself in any sort of Roguery, especially one _Andrew Vaughan_, afterwards a Bailiff himself on Saffron Hill, and one _Volly Vance_, otherwise call’d _Glym Jack_ from his having been a Moon Curser,[46] or Link Boy ... From a Link Boy _Glym Jack_ came to be _Jacob Broad’s_ Follower, who, together with _Andrew Vaughan_, he once took into the Country along with him to arrest a Justice of Peace, who was one of the shyest cocks that ever _Jacob_ had to take by Stratagem. In order to accomplish this Undertaking, _Jacob_, _Andrew_, and _Glym Jack_ were very well drest in Apparel, and mounted on good Geldings, having fine Hangers on their Sides, and Pistols in their Holsters, beside Pocket Pops sticking in their Bosoms. Being thus accoutred they rid into an Inn in the Town where the Justice of Peace they wanted dwelt, and, putting up their Horses, they ask’d the Landlord for a private Room, which, being accommodated with, they refresh’d themselves with a good Dinner, and afterwards set to play. ‘Whilst they were shaking their Elbows at 7 or 11 nick it, a great deal of Money and three or four Watches lying on the Table, when at last one of ’em cry’d, this Watch is my Snack, for I’m sure I first attackt the Gentleman from whom we took it; another swore such a Purse of Gold was his, which they had taken that Morning from a Gentlewoman, and, in short, everyone of ’em was swearing such a Prize was his, all which the Landlord (who listened at the Door) overhearing, thought to himself they were all Highwaymen. Hereupon he goes and acquaints the shy Justice of Peace with the matter, who ask’d _If he were sure they were Rogues_. ‘“_Nothing,_” (quoth the Innkeeper), “_is more certain, for they are all arm’d with more Pistols than ordinary,_ _swearing, damning, cursing, and sinking every Word they speak, and falling out about dividing their Booty.”_ ‘“_Ay, ay_,” (reply’d the Justice), “_they are then certainly Highwaymen_,” and so order’d him to secure them. ‘The Innholder went for a Constable, who, with a great many Rusticks, arm’d with Pitch Forks, long Poles, and other Country Weapons, went with the Landlord to the Inn, suddenly rush’d into the Room, and surpriz’d _Jacob_ and his Followers, with Money and Watches lying before them. ‘“_So_,” (says the Constable), “_pretty Gentlemen, are not ye, that honest people can’t travel the Country without being robb’d by such villains as you are?--Well_,” (quoth the Constable to _Jacob_), “_what’s your Name?_” ‘His answer was _Sice-Ace_.[47] ‘“_A fine Rogue, indeed!_” said the Constable, at the same time asking _Andrew_ his Name, whose answer was, ‘“_Cinque-Duce_.” ‘“_Another Rogue in Grain!_” quoth the Constable; and then ask’d _Glym Jack_ what his Name was, who reply’d, ‘“_Quater-Tray_.”