loser and closer to each other. When
we got nearly abreast I went up to the first mate and asked him what she
was.

"She's from the Brazils, bound for Liverpool," he answered.

Just then I saw the captain come on deck. Forgetting what he was I
rushed up to him.

"Oh, Captain Hawkins, will you put Jim and me on board her?" I
exclaimed. "You don't know how much I want to get home; it won't delay
you ten minutes to put us on board."

"Ten minutes of this fine breeze lost for the sake of a boy like you,"
he answered, with a scornful laugh. "I expended more than ten in
heaving to to pick you up, and that was as much as you are worth. Go
forward, you young monkey, and give me no more of your impudence."

Undaunted by his heartless answer, I again and again implored that he
would put me on board the Liverpool ship, but he stood looking
contemptuously at me without uttering a word, till Jim, seeing that I
was making no way, coming up, hat in hand, exclaimed--

"If you'll put Peter here on board yonder ship, sir, that he may go home
to his young sister and friends, I'll stay here and work for you, and be
your slave for as many years as you may want me. Do, sir--do let poor
Peter go!"

"Off with you for'ard," thundered the captain, with a fierce oath. "How
dare you speak to me? Away, both of you! Somebody has been putting you
up to this, I know." And he glanced angrily at Dr Cockle and the mate.

"If you mean me, Captain Hawkins, I know that the lad has very good
reasons for wishing to return home, but I did not advise him or Jim
Pulley to speak to you. I certainly wish that you would put Peter Trawl
on board that homeward-bound ship."

"You may wish what you like, but I am not going to allow what I choose
to do to be found fault with by you or any other man on board this
ship!" cried the captain, turning on his heel. "So look out for
yourself," he added, glancing half over his shoulder.

The ordinary salutes were exchanged, and the two vessels stood on their
course.

My heart felt as if it would burst with indignation and sorrow. Had the
wind been light, I might, perhaps, have been able to put a letter on
board, even although the captain would not have let me go.

Esdale tried to comfort me, and advised me to have one written ready to
send should another opportunity occur.

The first land we made soon after this was Madeira. Except the coast of
Norway, I had seen no foreign country, and as we passe