_That_"-- Mr.Wapshott drew himself up-- "_that's_ the 'stonishing thing about it." "Go to your cabin, sir," the Captain commanded; "and you, Mr.What's-your-name, come below and explain yourself." Thus, not without dignity, he withdrew from the field.

But he was beaten; and in his cabin a few minutes later he capitulated.
Mr.Sturge having been convinced that the ship could not be turned around and headed back for Plymouth without grave inconvenience, and perhaps detriment to his Majesty's service, it was agreed that he and his company should be packed ashore immediately on reaching Portsmouth.

The question of compensation was waived by consent; though Captain Crang shrewdly expressed his hope that, whatever steps Mr.Sturge might take after consulting a solicitor, his Royal Highness would not be dragged into the affair.
In short, Mr.Sturge reappeared on deck in high spirits.

He had bearded a British officer--and a formidable one--in his den and had come off victorious.

He had secured his own liberty and his comrades', and (as reflection told him) a first-class advertisement to boot.