human
There it comes! he thought.
gpt
Now won’t they wish themselves high and dry on the shore?--How do you like it, boys?
human
Splendid!
gpt
What’s your names, boys? I haven’t heard yet.
human
I’m Ben Carver; my folks live in--Why, what’s the matter, Ralph? you look like a ghost!
gpt
He feels like one too, I’ll be bound!
human
Are you sick, Ralph?
gpt
A little, but it will soon be gone,
human
P’raps it will, and p’raps it won’t,
gpt
Get rid o’ them potatoes and things, and then you’ll feel better, said the captain kindly.--
human
Marcus, mix him some hot ginger.