"All right; I'll take you."
"At how much a month, captain?" asked the sailor.
"Eight dollars," replied the skipper.
"That's settled," said the sailor. "Have you got any money? You want an outfit—some bedding and clothes that will do to work in."
"Oh, yes, I've got enough for that," replied Tony.
"Then let's go ashore, and I'll show you where to get them. I am my own master to-day, for we shan't begin to break cargo until to-morrow. When do you sail, captain?"
"About four o'clock. Look here, Bradley, I'll leave that greenhorn in your charge, and I want you to bring him back as soon as you can. And you, Abraham," added the skipper, looking at the runaway.
"I am Anthony Richardson," replied the owner of that name. "Tony, for short."
"Well, Tony, when you come back, report to the doctor."
As the boy was about turning away without making any reply, the captain called sharply after him.