human
Somebody hold my legs! he shouted. It was Scholar. The Inquisitive One promptly sat down upon his feet. Mike had taken off his boots, and was saying, one leg swung over the rail:
gpt
Here, some of youse--hold my hand, will yez.
human
Look up! came a voice. It was the Man with the Hat. He had made a slip-noose on the end of a rope. It hissed down and up. On shore Smithers was shouting to the people in the tug astern:
gpt
Keep that rope taut! for the rope to which Michael hung was falling slack.
human
He'll be down on the screws! But the noose was now round Michael's waist, and in their rejoicing the
gpt
Push laid hold of the hither end of the rope that the Man with the Hat tossed amongst them, and with a
human
Yo-ho!
gpt
Easy, easy--for God's sake!