human
Mitchell, he said,
gpt
Yes, your honour, answered Mitchell, in imitation of his master fastening a cutlass round his waist.
human
Is it them chaps in the night-caps on board the little boat out there we've to fight?
gpt
It is, Mitchell, the people in that felucca now approaching us,
human
Och, then, by the powers, we'll blow them to blazes with these little darlins alone;