human
Jenkins, step here a moment, said Sampson;
gpt
Did you hear, in the fo'castle, Sampson went on,
human
He broke his parole before.
gpt
So would you under the same provocation. Forsythe called him a milk-fed thief. Wouldn't you have struck out?
human
All right. My proposition is to place Mr. Denman under parole once more, to give him and the lady the run of the deck abaft the galley hatch, and to leave them both the possession of their guns for self-defense, in case --he looked humorously around at the others--
gpt
But the other guns. He has them somewhere. We want power of self-defense, too.
human
Mr. Denman, said Sampson, turning to the prisoner,
gpt
I will, answered Denman,
human
We'll do that, sir; except, of course, in case of working or fighting ship. Now, tell us where the guns are, and we'll release you.
gpt
Haven't we something to say about this?
human
No; you have not, answered Jenkins, his hoarse whisper becoming a voice.
gpt
Not a one of you. Sampson and I will be responsible for this.
human
All right, then, responded Forsythe.
gpt
But I'll carry my gun all the time. I'm not going to be shot down without a white man's chance.
human
You'll carry a gun, my son, said Sampson,
gpt
The pistols are in my room, the cutlasses in the room opposite. You have the keys.
human
Aft all hands, ordered Jenkins, fumbling in his pockets for the keys,