His irons, too, had been removed as useless; though care had been had to take away from the prisoner everything by which he might attempt his own life.

The probability of his jumping through a port had been discussed between the first and second lieutenants; but the sentry was admonished to be on his guard against any such attempt, and little apprehension was felt, Raoul being so composed and so unlikely to do anything precipitately.

Then it would be easy to pick him up, while the vessel moved so slowly.

To own the truth, too, many would prefer his drowning himself, to seeing him swinging at a yard-arm.
In this narrow prison, then, Raoul passed the night and morning.

It would be representing him as more stoical than the truth, if we said he was unmoved.