Go forward an' help Dan.

It's ten an' a ha'af a month, ez I said, an', o' course, all f'und, same ez the rest o' us." "Do you mean I'm to clean pots and pans and things ?" said Harvey.
"An' other things.

You've no call to shout, young feller." "I won't! My father will give you enough to buy this dirty little fish-kettle"-- Harvey stamped on the deck--"ten times over, if you take me to New York safe; and--and--you're in a hundred and thirty by me, anyway." "Ha-ow ?" said Troop, the iron face darkening.
"How?
You know how, well enough.

On top of all that, you want me to do menial work"-- Harvey was very proud of that adjective--"till the Fall.
I tell you I will not.

You hear ?" Troop regarded the top of the mainmast with deep interest for a while, as Harvey harangued fiercely all around him.
"Hsh!" he said at last.