That cut short all difficulties.

The next day every one could contemplate the European hero at their ease.

Still some of the most obstinate spectators would not leave the deck of the _Atlanta_; they passed the night on board.

Amongst others, J.T.Maston had screwed his steel hook into the combing of the poop, and it would have taken the capstan to get it out again.
"He is a hero! a hero!" cried he in every tone, "and we are only old women compared to that European!" As to the president, after having requested the spectators to withdraw, he re-entered the passenger's cabin, and did not leave it till the bell of the steamer rang out the midnight quarter.
But then the two rivals in popularity shook each other warmly by the hand, and separated friends..