human
I say, Grossbeck, you and I are two bigger fools than Napoleon was when he went to Russia,
gpt
That's so. 'There was a sound of revelry by night, and Belgium's capital'--got considerably mixed,
human
What shall we do, my boy? stammered Lynch.
gpt
That wine was nothing short of camphene. We shall be seen by the captain, and we shall both be sent to keep company with poor McDougal. We've lost our mess on the Josephine.
human
Stiffen up, Lynch. Don't give way to it. What sort of a sailor are you, that can't bear two thimblefuls of wine?
gpt
That wine was camphene, I tell you. It feels just like a whole bunch of friction matches touched off at once in my stomach--that's so. I'm a poor boy and no mistake, Grossbeck.
human
What's the matter,
gpt
It's no use for me to drink wine. The _eau de vie_ carries too many guns for me. I'll tell you what I'm going to do. I'm going to get out of this scrape.
human
So am I; but come along, or we shall be late.
gpt
I'm going to join the temperance society, and never drink any more wine--not another drop of _eau de vie_ for me.