Not only were they confined to prison, but, to their indignation, irons were placed on their legs, as if they had been common malefactors.

The only mitigation allowed to them was that their servants were permitted to attend upon them.
Their clothes had been rigorously searched, and their boots taken off, but no suspicions had been entertained that coin had been hidden in those of Desmond and his friends.
Two days later an order was received from Government, and the officers were marched up to town, ironed as they were, under a strong guard, and were imprisoned at Newgate.

Callaghan and the other servants remained in prison at Harwich.
"Things are looking bad, Kennedy," O'Neil said dolefully, for the three officers had, at their own request, been allotted a cell together.
"They don't look very bright, but we must make allowance for the awful fright that, as we hear, has been caused by the expedition.
Possibly, when they have got over the shock, things may be better." "I will never forgive them for putting irons on us," O'Sullivan said passionately.

"If they had shot us at once, it was, I suppose, what we had a right to expect; but to be treated like murderers, or ruffians of the worst kind, is too bad." "Well, we were rid of the irons as soon as we got here.

No doubt these were only put on to prevent the possibility of any of us escaping.