human
The enemy show black against the snow yonder, a hundred men if there be one, he shouted.
gpt
Tell me now, how shall I dispose my men?
human
Return to your ship, Master Skipper, and cut her free with what speed you may, replied Penfold gruffly.
gpt
We stand here to hold back the enemy so long as life remains.
human
Mayhap they shall not come this way?
gpt
If they do not, then are ye doubly safe. Before they can pass round you shall be away, for I know of no easy path up yonder wall, and on the south the sea guards us. See you not that they must here advance singly, and that one good fighter may hold them all at bay?
human
They have guns,
gpt
They shall not use them. The snow must drench their priming.
human
I cannot desert you, comrades, he said hoarsely.
gpt
My owner is also an Englishman, an alderman of London town, and, close-minded though he be, I wot he would lose his venture and his ship rather than see England shamed. Bid me call my men to the far end of this pass, and there let us stand together until the end.
human
See you not that this is our affair? replied Penfold.
gpt
We are fighting for our own hands, having blood of comrades to avenge. Go, for you do but waste your time and ours.
human
Away, added Hough, pushing the skipper gently back.
gpt
The Lord being on our side, how should we be afraid? They come about us like bees, and are extinct even as the fire among the thorns, for in the name of the Lord shall we destroy them. Go, good master, and while we smite these worshippers of idols do you release your ship.