The person proved to be the surgeon.
"We are putting things to rights on board," replied Christy, who had not seen the doctor before, for he had retired early to his room.
"I don't quite understand this matter," said the surgeon.

"What are you doing, Mr.Passford ?" "Captain Passford, if you please, Dr.Connelly, for I have the honor to be in command of the Bronx at the present moment.

This is Mr.Passford," added Christy, pointing to his cousin.
"Then you have reversed the decision of Captain Battleton ?" "For sufficient reasons, I have; with the assistance of the loyal members of the ship's company, I have taken possession of the vessel, and we are now on our way to carry out the orders of the flag-officer .-- Conduct the prisoner to his future quarters," said Christy, in a very business-like manner.
During this conversation, Ralph, still holding his prisoner, had sent the steward on deck for a pair of handcuffs, which the seaman proceeded to apply to the wrists of Corny.
"What are you about ?" demanded the prisoner, attempting to shake off his captor when he felt the cold iron.
"Just giving you a pair of bracelets," replied Ralph, as he grappled again with his victim, and asked Christy to adjust the handcuffs.

"Just for ornament, you know." In the grasp of such a powerful man as Ralph Pennant, Corny was powerless, and he was compelled to submit, though his opposition appeared to be merely a matter of form with him, for he could not help realizing that it was utterly useless; but he had not been in the affray on deck, and he had not learned the full lesson from experience.

The irons were locked upon his wrists, and the seaman was directed to conduct him to the place assigned to all the prisoners.
"This is mean of you, Christy, to put me in irons," said Corny reproachfully as he turned to his cousin; "I might have asked Captain Battleton to put you in irons on board of the Vernon; but I did not." "If he had done so, I should not have complained.