human
What?--howl--what's the matter!--what's this?
gpt
Keep still, Cap'n,
human
Och! by my sowl, he's over it; thank the Lord for His goodness!
gpt
Over what? what has happened to me?
human
Och, Captin, yer honour, you've been nearly murthered, and all by thim Frinch scoundhrels; bad luck to their dirty frog-atin' picthers!
gpt
Murdered! French scoundrels! Bob, what is it?
human
Why, yer see, Cap'n, ye've had a cut hyur over the head; and we think it's them Frenchmen.
gpt
Oh! I remember now; a blow--but the Death?--the Death?
human
The Death, Cap'n?--what do yer mean?
gpt
Oh! the Cap'n manes the skilleton, maybe,
human
What skeleton?
gpt
Why, an owld skilleton the boys found in the chaparril, yer honner. They hung it to a three; and we found yer honner there, with the skilleton swinging over ye like a sign. Och! the Frinch bastes!
human
Death.
gpt
But where are the Frenchmen?
human
Clane gone, yer honner,
gpt
Gone?
human
Yes, Cap'n; that's so as he sez it,
gpt
Gone! What do you mean?
human
Desarted, Cap'n.
gpt
How do you know that?
human
Because they ain't here.
gpt
On the island?
human
Searched it all--every bush.
gpt
But who? which of the French?
human
Dubrosc and that 'ar boy that was always with him--both desarted.
gpt
You are sure they are missing?
human
Looked high and low, Cap'n. Gravenitz seed Dubrosc steal into the chaparril with his musket. Shortly afterwards we heern a shot, but thought nothin' of it till this mornin', when one of the sodgers foun' a Spanish sombrary out thar; and Chane heern some'dy say the shot passed through Major Twing's markey. Besides, we foun' this butcher-knife where yer was lyin'.
gpt
Ha!--well.
human
That's all, Cap'n; only it's my belief there was Mexicans on this island, and them Frenchmen's gone with them.