human
A devil of a place! he exclaimed, his blood up for a fight, but all circumstances baffling him. A very different man, this, from the calm, impersonal victim of ennui at _Niss'rosh_, or even from the unmoved individual when the liner had first swooped away from New York. His eye was sparkling now, his face was pale and drawn with anger; and the blood-soaked cotton and collodion gave a vivid touch of color to the ensemble. That the Master had emotions, after all, was evident. Obvious, too, was the fact these emotions were now fully aroused.
gpt
What a devil of a place! No way to get at those dog-sons, and they can lie there and wait for _Nissr_ to break up!
human
Yes, my Captain, or else starve us where we lie! the lieutenant put in.
gpt
Or wait for thirst and fever to do the work. Then--rich plunder for the sons of theft!
human
Ah, Leclair, but we're not going to stay here, for any such contingency! exclaimed the chief, and turned toward the door.
gpt
Come, _en avant_! Forward, Leclair!
human
My Captain! You cannot charge an entrenched enemy like that, by swimming a heavy surf, with nothing but revolvers in hand!
gpt
Can't, eh? Why not?
human
The rules of war--
gpt
To Hell with the rules of war! shouted the Master, for the first time in years breaking into profanity.
human
Are you with me, or are you--
gpt
Sir, do not say that word! cried the Frenchman, reddening ominously.
human
Not even from you can I accept it!
gpt
Men! he called, his voice blaring a trumpet-call to action.
human
Volunteers for a shore-party to clean out that kennel of dogs!