"Do you mean I'm to clean pots and pans and things?" said Harvey.
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."
On top of all that, you want me to do menial work" - Harvey was very proud of that adjective - "till the Fall.
Troop regarded the top of the mainmast with deep interest for a while, as Harvey harangued fiercely all around him.
"I won't!" Harvey almost shrieked, disregarding the advice; and still Troop meditated.
"Seems kinder unneighbourly," he said at last, his eye travelling down to Harvey. "I don't blame you, not a mite, young feller, nor you won't blame me when the bile's out o' your systim.
"No!" said Harvey. "Take me back to New York or I'll see you -"