At any rate, keenly on the look-out for deserters, and made acute by hopes of reward for their apprehension, the soldiers spied the fatal collar, and in an instant laid violent hands on the refugee.
"Hey, lad!" said the foremost soldier, a corporal, "you are one of his majesty's seamen! come along with ye." So, unable to give any satisfactory account of himself, he was made prisoner on the spot, and soon after found himself handcuffed and locked up in the Bound House of the place, a prison so called, appropriated to runaways, and those convicted of minor offences.

Day passed dinnerless and supperless in this dismal durance, and night came on.
Israel had now been three days without food, except one two-penny loaf.
The cravings of hunger now became sharper; his spirits, hitherto arming him with fortitude, began to forsake him.

Taken captive once again upon the very brink of reaching his goal, poor Israel was on the eve of falling into helpless despair.

But he rallied, and considering that grief would only add to his calamity, sought with stubborn patience to habituate himself to misery, but still hold aloof from despondency.

He roused himself, and began to bethink him how to be extricated from this labyrinth.
Two hours sawing across the grating of the window, ridded him of his handcuffs.