"Glad to see that your talents have been discovered, my young friend," he said; "had I felt justified, I should have recommended you to the captain from the first, but as you thought fit to associate with the ship's boys and men, I could not do so with any propriety." "I do not know with whom else I could have associated, Mr Scoones," answered Owen, laughing. "You certainly showed no inclination for my society, and unhappily all the other officers were lost. Had it not been for the ship's boy you speak of, and the only man who remained sober, we none of us should have escaped." "Well, well," answered Mr Scoones, "let bygones be bygones. If I get home first I will report your good fortune--that you are as strong and hearty as your friends could wish you to be. You will not, I suppose, send home an account of the shipwreck, for you and I may differ in our statements. Mine of course is the one which will be accredited, as no one at home will fancy that you can know anything about the matter." "I should not wish to say anything to incriminate you," answered Owen; "but the lives of a great number of our fellow-creatures are at stake when an officer loses his senses, and I therefore hope that you will either give up drinking or quit the sea." "Then you intend to accuse me of casting away the ship through drunkenness?" exclaimed Mr Scoones, looking as though he could eat Owen up. "Whatever I say or do will be from a sense of duty," answered Owen. A part of this conversation had been overheard by the first lieutenant, who held Mr Scoones in most supreme contempt, fully believing, from what he knew of him, that it was through his drunkenness that the ship had been lost. "Mr Scoones," he said, addressing that person, "it has been decided that you should go on shore at once. If you are in a hurry to reach Batavia, you can, without difficulty, find your way overland." A boat was just then about to shove off. The first mate of the hapless "Druid" having no traps to get ready, stepped into her, and was conveyed on shore. "Hartley," said the first lieutenant, turning to Owen, "I wish you to draw up an exact account of the shipwreck, and state, to the best of your belief, how it occurred, and if corroborated by your two surviving shipmates, they shall sign it, and it shall be sent home. That fellow ought never to get the command of a ship, or sail again even as a mate." Owen was sorry to leave Mr Leigh, who remained in command of the prize; at the same time he was glad to escape from Ashurst, who showed, during a short visit he paid to the frigate to get some of his traps, that he retained the ill-feeling he had all along manifested towards him. Mike and Nat managed to come on board the "Sylvia" for a few moments to congratulate Owen, they having heard of what they called his good fortune. "You are in your proper place now, Mr Hartley," exclaimed Nat; "one good thing is, that Mr Ashurst won't venture to hit you with the rope's end."