human
We might be richer, but then we might be poorer--for here we have in this biscuit one meal, though scant 'tis true and not over tasty. A sword and knife for weapons and tools, a flint to make us fires, three yards of small cord wherewith to contrive snares for small game, and though we ha' lost our compass, we have the coast to follow by day and the stars to guide us by night and furthermore--
gpt
Nine pistol balls!
human
Hum! said he, stroking his chin and eyeing me askance.
gpt
Having neither weapons nor powder to project them--
human
They shall arm me arrows!
gpt
Aye, but will they serve?
human
Well enough, supposing we find aught to shoot at--
gpt
Never fear, in Darien are beasts and fowls a-plenty.
human
Well and good, sir!