took up an axe that was lying on the deck, and declared that he would break the door, unless it was opened immediately.
In this dilemma, the captain, with great reluctance, unlocked the forecastle; and there they found the cook and the boy. The constable took them all in custody, and they proceeded to the mayor's. The rain fell in torrents, and it was extremely dark; for in those days, there were no lamps in that part of the city.
They went stumbling over cellar doors, and wading through gutters, till they arrived in Front street, where Mr. Inskeep
, the mayor, lived.
It was past midnight, but when a servant informed him that Isaac T. Hopper
had been ringing at the door, and wished to see him, he ordered him to be shown up into his chamber.
After apologizing for the unseasonableness of the hour, he briefly stated the urgency of the case, and asked for a verbal order to put the captain and cook in prison to await their trial the next morning.
The magistrate replied, ‘It is a matter of too much importance to be disposed of in that way. I will come down and hear the case.’
A large hickory log, which had been covered with ashes in the parlor fire-place, was raked open, and they soon had a blazing fire to dry their wet garments, and take off the chill of a cold March storm.
The magistrate was surprised to find that the captain was an old acquaintance; and he expressed much regret at meeting