As Hall suggested, this would serve as lead to take him to the bottom of the sea.

The others applauded the thought, and with his hand still full of gold, they carried Fritz Klopp to the rail and dumped him into the water.
As they re-entered the cabin, Campbell was kicked in from the opposite door.

His hands were manacled behind him, and the force of the kick, together with a sway of the ship, threw him off his balance.

He crashed on his face at the feet of Hovey.

The bos'n grew positively pale with pleasure.