Here we've to sail first tide to-morrow, and look at us.

My cargo, that was all stowed, hauled all over the ship.
We've been ever since four o'clock getting him out, and now it's nearly ten.

And look at him--all hands unstowing cargo to get out a thing like that!" "Where was he ?" said the captain sternly.
"Where was he!" roared the mate, who looked as if one of his legs was quivering to kick the grovelling stowaway; "where wasn't he?
Groaning all over the ship; and if it hadn't been for that dog--" "Ah! the dog helped, did he ?" "Yes, sir; smelt him out buried down below a thousand tons--" "More or less," said Mr Morgan laughing.
"Well, I didn't weigh or measure the cargo, did I, sir ?" roared the first-mate.

"Look at it, sir--look at it, captain.

We shall be at work all night re-stowing it, and then sha'n't be done." "He was right down there ?" "Yes, sir; and if we hadn't got to him he'd have been a dead man in a few hours; and a good job too, only see what a nuisance he would have been." "How came you to do this, sir ?" cried Captain Strong, turning to the man, who still crouched upon the deck.
"I wanted to get abroad, sir.