human
Quiet and lazy enough set, Pickle, said the doctor.
gpt
How they can bask and sleep in the sunshine! It's an easy-going life, that of theirs. Ah, there's the skipper! Fierce-looking fellow. He looks like a man who could use a knife. But you don't half read your Shakespeare, my boy.
human
What's Shakespeare got to do with that fierce-looking Spaniard using his knife, uncle?
gpt
Only this, my boy, said the doctor, drawing the ramrod out of his double gun and trying whether the wads were well down upon the bullets, for a couple of the ugly prominences that arched over a big crocodile's eyes came slowly gliding down the stream;
human
I mean that a Shakespeare-reading boy clever at giving nicknames--and that you can do when you like--would have called that fellow Bottom the Weaver.
gpt
I don't see why, uncle. Bottom the Weaver?
human
No, no; stop there, Rodd! That's my shot. I saw the brute first.
gpt
All right, uncle; only don't miss; and the boy lowered his gun.
human
But who was Bottom the Weaver?
gpt
Tut, tut, tut! ejaculated the doctor.
human
I say, this is a big one, Rodd--a monster.
gpt
Here, I recollect, uncle. He was the man who was going to play lion.
human
Good boy, Pickle; not so ignorant as I thought you were. Well, didn't he say he'd roar him as gently as any sucking dove, so as not to frighten the ladies?
gpt
Yes, uncle.
human
Well, didn't our knife-armed Spaniard roar to us as gently as--
gpt
Got him!
human
No, no; a miss,
gpt
That wasn't,