human
God help the sailors!
gpt
Oh, Ralph and Ben! cried Joe.
human
Where are they? Do you suppose they are out in that little vessel, Mr. Bernard?
gpt
God forbid! I trust they are in some safe harbour. Fishermen are wise in such matters.
human
But if they _are_ out! continued Joe anxiously.
gpt
Ralph will be frightened! You know he is a coward, and afraid of the water, anyway.
human
I don’t see how they happened to go in a vessel,
gpt
They went to get away from us all, poor fellows; they didn’t know what else to do, said Joe pityingly.
human
Besides, the weather was pleasant then, and the water didn’t look as if it ever could be rough; don’t you remember?
gpt
I think they have been sick enough of it before this,
human
Oh, very likely they are safe in their own homes, and pitying us poor wretches. They would be likely to get that fisherman to put them ashore at the first port they made,