By this time night had come on--there were neither moon nor stars visible--and a short and ugly sea was running, although there was no great deal of wind.

The boat was instantly out of sight, and little hope could be entertained for the unfortunate sufferers who were in it.

This event happened, however, in latitude 35 degrees 30' north, longitude 61 degrees 20' west, and consequently at no very great distance from the Bermuda Islands.

Augustus therefore endeavored to console himself with the idea that the boat might either succeed in reaching the land, or come sufficiently near to be fallen in with by vessels off the coast.
All sail was now put upon the brig, and she continued her original course to the southwest--the mutineers being bent upon some piratical expedition, in which, from all that could be understood, a ship was to be intercepted on her way from the Cape Verd Islands to Porto Rico.

No attention was paid to Augustus, who was untied and suffered to go about anywhere forward of the cabin companion-way.