His handcuffs were then replaced, and also the rope around his ankles.
These arrangements were scarcely completed when Dirk Peters came below, very drunk, but in excellent humour, and bringing with him my friend's allowance of provision for the day.

This consisted of a dozen large Irish potatoes roasted, and a pitcher of water.

He sat for some time on a chest by the berth, and talked freely about the mate and the general concerns of the brig.

His demeanour was exceedingly capricious, and even grotesque.

At one time Augustus was much alarmed by odd conduct.
At last, however, he went on deck, muttering a promise to bring his prisoner a good dinner on the morrow.