human
It's all right, Uncle Porges! he nodded, his voice all of a quaver.
gpt
It's all right, now,--I've found the fortune I've prayed for,--gold, you know, an' banknotes--in a sack. Everything will be all right again now.
human
Is it heavy, Shipmate?
gpt
Awful heavy! he panted,
human
Porges, said he,
gpt
In the drawing-room, waiting for Mr. Grimes.
human
Then, come this way.
gpt
Now, my Porges, he admonished him,
human
Aye, aye, Captain!
gpt
When I say 'heave ahead, Shipmate,'--why, then, you will take your treasure upon your back and march straight into the room--you understand?
human
Aye, aye, Captain.
gpt
Why, then--come on, and--mum's the word.