human
I warned you, cried Jarette.
gpt
Now row for your lives.
human
Yes, in heaven's name, go, cried Mr Denning,
gpt
No, cried Mr Frewen,
human
I will not give up. Brymer--my lads, you will fol--
gpt
Hush, said Mr Brymer, as there was another flash and a report from Jarette's pistol.
human
Of course we will follow, but not now. It would be madness. Wait, man! We will not go far. Use your oars, my lads.
gpt
No, no, I forbid it, cried Mr Frewen wildly,
human
You are not in command here, sir, said Mr Brymer sternly.
gpt
Take your place. Now, my lads, oars, and give way.