“No, sir: I am going to Funchal on a bit of a lark,” replied the person with the well-known voice. “I have long wanted to go there; but I could not get away from the university till this spring. I am through with schools for the rest of my lifetime; and now I am going to enjoy myself, if I can.” “Are you going to stop long in Madeira, Sir Philip?” asked the Prince. “Sir Philip!” exclaimed Gregory to himself; and this was the first time he had heard the name of either of the passengers. “Only till I get tired of the island. It may be a week, or a month,” added the baronet. “Where are you going then?” inquired the Prince. “I haven’t the least idea. I am opposed to laying out a pleasure-excursion in advance.” “We shall go wherever it suits our fancy to go when we have done the island,” added Lord Fillgrove. “Lord Fillgrove and I are perfectly agreed on this trip,” said Sir Philip. “We were in the university together, and we have considered the matter for years.” “Lord Fillgrove!” exclaimed Gregory, as he heard the name of the other passenger. He listened to the conversation till the close of supper; and, after the steward had given him his evening meal, he opened communication with his fellow-prisoner. “Did you hear the names of the two passengers, Clinch?” he asked, when his friend had placed his ear at the opening in the partition. “I did: one is a lord, and the other is a sir,” replied Clinch. “Sir Philip Grayner is my cousin; and I had the biggest lark with him I ever had in my life. It was before I joined the squadron, when I went over to England with my father on a visit.” “Who’s the other fellow?” “He is a friend of my cousin; and I met him in Lancaster when I was there. He is the eldest son of an earl; and I believe they call him a viscount. He is addressed as Lord Fillgrove.” “Do they know you are on board?” asked Clinch, much interested in the information conveyed to him. “I don’t know: I don’t suppose they do. But we must get out of this place as soon as we can; and I know my cousin will help us all he can.” “It is easy enough to say, get out; but how will you do it?” “We must back down,--come clear down,” replied Gregory earnestly. “That don’t sound like you, Dave,” added Clinch. “Of course you know what I mean,” continued the chief mutineer, apparently annoyed at the remark of his friend. “We are not going to become chaplain’s lambs, or any thing of that sort.” “But you must go down on your knees to Capt. O’Hara, the mighty one, who is the supreme authority on board of the Ville d’Angers,” answered Clinch, in a contemptuous tone. “I will even do that, if it is necessary,” added Gregory. “I won’t!” exclaimed Clinch.