human
Fine, Cap'n, he answered.
gpt
Mr. Tollemache tole me the doctor said I might hop downstairs tomorrow. This d'y week I'll be leggin' it back to England, 'ome, an' work.
human
Mebbe, an' mebbe not,
gpt
W'at's the rush?
human
No rush; but I'm goin' along all right, an' 'er Lydyship won't want to keep a chap like me 'angin' abart.
gpt
S'pose you get a job here?
human
Now, I arsk you, Cap'n, w'at can I do in a plice where they tork neither French nor English? I'd be a byby among 'em--a silly byby.
gpt
This salvage business may last a bit. If you like, I'll ax Mrs. Carmac to put your name on the books.
human
Cap'n, d'y mean it? Well, you are a brick! It'll help a lot if I earn a quid or two while I'm crocked. I've been thinkin' abart this salvage idee. W'at's behind it?
gpt
Just pickin' up any odds an' ends we come across. But that's a funny question. Got something in your noddle?
human
Nothink, Cap'n. On'y it struck me that w'at between sea an' rock the Stella must be pretty well dished by this time.
gpt
Everybody says that, growled Popple.
human
An' that's just why I've a fixed notion we'll find more'n anyone bargains for.