human
Now, sir, said Mont,
gpt
I have no wish to return to our floating prison, replied the professor.
human
The question is, shall we go back, or shall we try to make our way to some port, risking the dangers of the way, the chances of starvation?
gpt
That does not appear likely,
human
When our guns are empty, we may not find it so easy to kill game, however abundant it may be. The savages are another danger.
gpt
Put it to the vote, sir,
human
Certainly; all you who wish to make an effort to escape from the thralldom in which we are held, hold up your hands.
gpt
To the contrary?
human
Not a hand, said the professor.
gpt
I may, then, conclude, that we are unanimous in our wish for freedom, and it is decided that we do not return to the _Searcher_.
human
Hurrah!
gpt
If you don't stop those street-arab tricks, remarked Mont,
human
There's no lie, sir, about my having had a filler of pork, he replied.
gpt
But though I'm only an odd boy, I've got my feelings, and I'd as soon be a convict as in that there prison ship.
human
The youth is right, observed the professor mildly;