Smith must get him smuggled aboard, and bribe the hands to let him lie hidden in the fo'c's'le.

The Seabird won't put back to put him ashore.

Here is five pounds; give Smith two or three now, and the remainder when the job is done." The steward took the money reluctantly and, plucking up his courage, looked his old master in the face.
"It's a 'ard life afore the mast, sir," he said, slowly.
"Rubbish!" was the reply.

"It'll make a man of him.

Besides, what's it got to do with you ?" "I don't care about the job, sir," said Mr.Wilks, bravely.
"What's that got to do with it ?" demanded the other, frowning.