human
Baxter ain't fittin', I tell ye, Abram Marrows, he exploded.
gpt
He ain't fittin' and never will be. Baxter don't know most nothin'. Set him to grubbin' clams, Abram, but don't let him fool 'round the Ledge. He'll git the sloop ashore, I tell ye, or drop a stone and hurt somebody. Go and git a MAN som'ers and put him in charge,--not a half-baked-- here he lowered his muzzle and fired point-blank at the object of his wrath,--
human
Yes, and I'll say it to your face, Captain Baxter. You take my advice and lay off for this v'yage,--it ain't no picnic out to the Ledge. You ain't seen it since we got the stone 'bove high water. Reg'lar mill tail! You go ashore, I tell ye,--or ye'll lose the sloop.
gpt
Moon-faced Baxter, as he was called, having a fair reputation as a seaman. They knew, too, that Captain Joe was aware of the condition of Marrows's affairs, for it had been common talk that the bank had loaned Abram several hundred dollars with the sloop as security on the captain's own personal inspection. Some of them had even been present when Mrs. Marrows,--a faded old woman with bleached eyes and a pursed-up mouth, her shawl hooding her head and pinned close under her chin with her thumb and forefinger,--had begged Captain Joe to try the Susie Ann for a few loads until Abram could