“At present the steamer is quarantined; and no one is allowed to leave her,” answered O’Hara. “That’s another scrape you’ve got us into!” blustered the rebel. The captain made no reply to this taunt. “There has been no show for the officers from the Josephine in this steamer,” continued Gregory. “Mr. Shakings, I think you ought to see fair play, at least, when an officer of your own ship is treated in this way.” “All the boatswain has to do is to obey the captain’s orders,” replied Shakings; but he looked as though he had something else to say if the occasion should require it. “Come, Clinch, let’s go on shore,” said Gregory, beginning to move towards the door. “Mr. Shakings, these officers are still in your keeping,” added the captain. “There is no going on shore for any one in this vessel,” interposed the stout forward officer, as he placed himself in front of the rebels. “You will return to your rooms.” “I won’t do it!” protested Gregory savagely, as he made a spring towards the door. “I think you will, my beauty,” added the boatswain, as he collared the rebel, and dragged him to his room. Without any ceremony, he shoved him into the apartment, and locked the door upon him. Clinch had not the pluck to make a forcible resistance; and he went to his room without the assistance of Shakings. “I don’t see that I can do any thing else with Gregory and Clinch,” said O’Hara, when the boatswain had secured his prisoners. “I think you are using them very gently,” replied Shakings. “Mr. Fluxion will keep them in the brig a month for this, and send them out of the cabin with the lowest numbers in the ship.” “I only wish to keep them from leading any of the other officers or seamen away from their duty,” added O’Hara. “There is not the least danger of that: every man from the Josephine will stand by you to the end.” As intimated in the newspaper the vice-principal had read at Funchal, Mr. Frisbone was negotiating with the owners of the Castle William for the settlement of the salvage; but little progress was made till the discharge of the Prince from the quarantine, which was done at the end of a week. The vessel and cargo were acknowledged to be worth ten thousand pounds; and the Prince accepted one-half of this sum. The owners of the Ville d’Angers were more exacting, and declined to settle the claim. Proceedings had been instituted as soon as the vessel arrived; and, a few days later, the court decreed that one-half of her value should be paid by the owners to the salvors. The vessel was to be sold at public vendue to determine her value; and the shrewd agent of the owners was satisfied that a French craft, sold in an English port, would bring but a mere song.