He stepped to the side and looked over; the harbour was only
a little way astern, and Sunwich itself, looking cold and cheerless
beyond the dirty, tumbling seas, little more than a mile distant.
At the sight his spirits revived, and with a hoarse cry he ran shouting
towards the bridge. Captain Hardy turned sharply at the noise, and
recognizing the intruder stood peering down at him in undisguised
amazement.
[Illustration: "He stepped to the side and looked over."]
"Put back," cried Nugent, waving up at him. "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.
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