He shan't boss me, Baxter.

Come, help me put him in the brig, and be quick, before Jerry comes back." They lifted up the insensible form and made their way to where the ship's brig was located, a dirty closet once used for oil and lanterns.
Dick was thrown on the floor, and the mate shut the door on him and locked it.
"Now he can stay there for a day or two," he snarled.

"Reckon it will teach him a lesson." "What will you do with the sailor ?" Before Lesher could answer old Jerry appeared.
"Where is Dick Rover ?" he asked.
"None of your business," growled Jack Lesher.

"See here, Tolman, are you going to obey me after this ?" "I want to know where Dick is ?" said old Jerry stubbornly.
"I put him in the brig to cool off.

He's too hot-headed for his own good." "You had no right to lock him up, Mr.Lesher.You must let him out at once." "Git out of here, quick!" roared Lesher.