"Put back." "What on earth are you doing on my ship ?" inquired the astonished Hardy.
"Put me ashore," cried Nugent, imperiously; "don't waste time talking.
D'ye hear?
Put me ashore." The amazement died out of Hardy's face and gave way to an expression of anger.

For a time he regarded the red and threatening visage of Captain Nugent in silence, then he turned to the second officer.
"This man is not one of the crew, Mr.Prowle ?" he said, in a puzzled voice.
"No, sir," said Mr.Prowle.
"How did he get aboard here ?" Captain Nugent answered the question himself.

"I was crimped by you and your drunken bullies," he said, sternly.
"How did this man get aboard here?
repeated Captain Hardy, ignoring him.
"He must have concealed 'imself somewhere, sir," said the mate; "this is the first I've seen of him." "A stowaway ?" said the captain, bending his brows.

"He must have got some of the crew to hide him aboard.

You'd better make a clean breast of it, my lad.