human
Game's up, my lads! shouted Hampton.
gpt
Orficers has got the upper hand on us with loaded pistols, and you've got to knuckle down same as we have, and return to your dooty.
human
All right, messmate, said one of the men, shouting back so as to make his voice heard,
gpt
I don't mind; on'y what about Frenchy?
human
Ay, what about Frenchy? cried the other.
gpt
We don't want him to come cussin' us and saying it's all t'other way on.
human
Frenchy's down in the fork'sle, with the hatch over him, and two men with loaded pistols keeping guard, lads.
gpt
But s'pose he gets out again?
human
They arn't going to let him, said Bob Hampton,
gpt
Oh, we don't want to fight, said the first speaker,
human
Pretty pair o' sheep you was, too, my lads, to run through a gap that way. And now look here, you, jest recklect all this; you've both got your necks in nooses, and Mr Brymer here's got hold o' the other ends of the ropes, so as he can pull 'em any time he likes, and he will too if you don't stick pretty close to your dooty. That's right, arn't it, sir?
gpt
Yes, that's right, Hampton, cried Mr Brymer.
human
You understand, then, if you do your duty now and help to navigate the ship into port, your conduct may--I say may, mind--be looked over.
gpt
Oh, my mate and I'll stick to it, sir, said the spokesman of the two men.
human
Frenchy was all talk about our being orficers and gentlemen if we rose again Captain Berriman, but as soon as we did rose he pumps hisself up, and it's all Captain Jarette, and every one else is nobody at all 'cept for him to cuss at.
gpt
That was so,
human
Yes, said the other sailor;
gpt
said Bob Hampton, with a chuckle.
human
It was all a paddy till we could get the genle-men out to make a fight on it. That's so, arn't it, gents?
gpt
Yes, my lads, Hampton, Dumlow, and Blane have been fighting for us all through.
human
Oh, that's it, is it? said the man.
gpt
Very well. Anything for a quiet life, I says; on'y how much longer are we to be at the wheel?
human
I'll have you relieved soon, my men, so do your best, and keep easing her off another point or two now and then.
gpt
Ay; don't keep running her nose into all the big waves, mateys, cried Hampton; and then to Mr Frewen--
human
You won't have to shoot 'em this time, sir. They arn't a bad sort. It was all that Frenchy.
gpt
Come to the saloon now,