human
D--n my eyes, if I didn't say she would miss fire, from having her breech unkivered last night, shouted the man who held the match, and who was no other than Tom Fluke.
gpt
Quick, here, give us a picker.
human
Its no use, he pursued, throwing away the wire, and springing to the deck.
gpt
She's a spike in the touch-hole, and the devil himself wouldn't get it out now.
human
A spike!--what mean you?
gpt
It's too true, Mr. Grantham, said the boatswain, who had flown to examine the touch-hole,
human
Ah! it all comes o' that wench that was here on deck last night, muttered the helmsman, who had succeeded Sambo on duty the preceding night.
gpt
I thought I see her fiddlin' about the gun, when the chase was made after the Yankee, although I didn't think to say nothing about it, when you axed Tom Fluke about Sal's apron.