At length, on the night of the third day, there came on a heavy blow from the eastward, and all hands were called up to take in sail.

During the confusion which ensued, he made his way below unobserved, and into the stateroom.
What was his grief and horror in discovering that the latter had been rendered a place of deposit for a variety of sea-stores and ship-furniture, and that several fathoms of old chain-cable, which had been stowed away beneath the companion-ladder, had been dragged thence to make room for a chest, and were now lying immediately upon the trap! To remove it without discovery was impossible, and he returned on deck as quickly as he could.

As he came up, the mate seized him by the throat, and demanding what he had been doing in the cabin, was about flinging him over the larboard bulwark, when his life was again preserved through the interference of Dirk Peters.

Augustus was now put in handcuffs (of which there were several pairs on board), and his feet lashed tightly together.

He was then taken into the steerage, and thrown into a lower berth next to the forecastle bulkheads, with the assurance that he should never put his foot on deck again "until the brig was no longer a brig." This was the expression of the cook, who threw him into the berth--it is hardly possible to say what precise meaning intended by the phrase.