"But I am compelled to leave you now to your own pleasant reflections.

Mr.Passford, I shall ask you and your men to take possession of the cabin, and not show yourselves on deck; and you will pardon me if I lock the door upon you." The captive officer followed the captain aft to the door of the cabin.
On a bale of cotton he saw the cutlasses and revolvers which had been taken from him and his men, which had apparently been thrown in a heap where they happened to hit, and had been forgotten.

Seated on the cotton he found all his men, with their hands tied behind them.

Captain Stopfoot opened the cabin door, and directed his prisoners to enter.
"Excuse me for leaving you so abruptly, Mr.Passford," continued the captain while he was feeling in his pocket for the key of the door.

"It looks as though it were going to blow before night, and I must get ready for it.