"'I want to go away,' cried Harry, already disgusted with the maritime service.
"'What's that you say?' shouted the sailor, with a mocking air. 'You forget, my fine friend, that I gave you a dinner; pay me for it.'
"Harry shook his pockets, they were empty. 'If you can't pay, you must stay,' cried the sailor, and just then the ship left the harbor.
"The heedless boy burst into tears. Alas! sorrow and repentance came too late! It was only now that he remembered his father and mother, probably made ill with grief at his disappearance; and the worry the good market man must be in, thinking the boy to whom he had been so kind was lost, perhaps murdered, in the great and wicked city.
"In the midst of these doleful lamentations, the sailor came up and pulled Harry by the ear.
"'Come, you sniffling booby! go to work,' he said.
"Harry looked at him in astonishment.
"'My eyes! do you think you can eat and drink for nothing? Come, take this broom; do you hear?'
"Our dismal friend took the broom, and would liked to have broken it over the head of the brutal sailor, but he was not strong enough.
"'Will you go to sweeping or not?' cried the sailor, swearing in the most terrible manner.