The Virginia Gazette

On Saturday last, about ten in the evening, two Gentlemen in a post chaise, coming over Blackheath, were stopped by a single man on foot, dressed in a carter's frock. One of the Gentlemen, a military officer, told the fellow, in a peremptory manner, that he would not be robbed, and desired him to desist; but the villain presenting a pistol, and threatening violence, the Gentleman shot him dead upon the spot. After he dropt he just tumbled over and over, and presently expired. In less than a quarter of an hour, when the people were gathered about and examining the body, a person came in a chaise who knew him, said he was a linen draper in Westminster, and took him up in his chaise and carried him off. The same Gentlemen had not rode above three miles farther, on their way to town, when they were attacked again by a highway man well mounted, near the Red House. The Gentleman who killed the footpad shot directly at the highwayman through the blind of the chaise, and is supposed to have wounded him, as the horse upon which he rode sprung into a ditch by the road side, and was afterwards found, without his rider, on the road adjoining to Kent street turnpike that leads to Rotherhithe, and a great deal of blood was traced near the ditch where the horse plunged. A more particular account of these transactions will soon appear.