Trent, master, of Hull, England; Elias Goddedaal, mate, native of Christiansand, Sweden; Ah Wing, cook, native of Sana, China; John Brown, native of Glasgow, Scotland; John Hardy, native of London, England. The _Flying Scud_ is ten years old, and this morning will be sold as she stands, by order of Lloyd's agent, at public auction, for the benefit of the underwriters. The auction will take place in the Merchants' Exchange at ten o'clock. _Further Particulars._--Later in the afternoon the _Occidental_ reporter found Lieutenant Sebright, first officer of H.B.M.S. _Tempest_ at the Palace Hotel. The gallant officer was somewhat pressed for time, but confirmed the account given by Captain Trent in all particulars. He added that the _Flying Scud_ is in an excellent berth, and, except in the highly improbable event of a heavy N.W. gale, might last until next winter. "You will never know anything of literature," said I, when Jim had finished. "That is a good, honest, plain piece of work, and tells the story clearly. I see only one mistake: the cook is not a Chinaman; he is a Kanaka, and, I think, a Hawaiian." "Why, how do you know that?" asked Jim. "I saw the whole gang yesterday in a saloon," said I; "I even heard the tale, or might have heard it, from Captain Trent himself, who struck me as thirsty and nervous." "Well, that's neither here nor there," cried Pinkerton; "the point is, how about these dollars lying on a reef?" "Will it pay?" I asked. "Pay like a sugar trust!" exclaimed Pinkerton. "Don't you see what this British officer says about the safety? Don't you see the cargo's valued at ten thousand? Schooners are begging just now; I can get my pick of them at two hundred and fifty a month; and how does that foot up? It looks like three hundred per cent. to me." "You forget," I objected, "the captain himself declares the rice is damaged." "That's a point, I know," admitted Jim. "But the rice is the sluggish article, anyway; it's little more account than ballast; it's the tea and silks that I look to: all we have to find is the proportion, and one look at the manifest will settle that. I've rung up Lloyd's on purpose; the captain is to meet me there in an hour, and then I'll be as posted on that brig as if I built her. Besides, you've no idea what pickings there are about a wreck--copper, lead, rigging, anchors, chains, even the crockery, Loudon." "You seem to me to forget one trifle," said I. "Before you pick that wreck, you've got to buy her, and how much will she cost?" "One hundred dollars," replied Jim, with the promptitude of an automaton. "How on earth do you guess that?" I cried.