human
You are a nice 'un, grunted the captain, shaking his head now at Rodd.
gpt
You'll grow into a beauty!
human
Look here, youngster, cried the captain;
gpt
Guinea Coast, eh?
human
Possibly,
gpt
Bight of Benin?
human
Maybe,
gpt
Ketch the fever?
human
Probably,
gpt
Both on yer.
human
Well, sir, I shall risk that,
gpt
Both on yer off your heads, seeing niggers. Rattling their chains.
human
Are you mad, man? cried the doctor.
gpt
Yes.
human
I thought so.
gpt
Makes me. Call yourself a Christian! Give it up, and do something honest.
human
Well, of all--
gpt
Good five guineas better than five hundred got by buying and selling your fellow-creatures, continued the captain, who was growing quite fluent.
human
Go to Bristol with you! Won't do for me.
gpt
Mr--I mean, Captain Chubb, began the doctor,
human
Honesty,
gpt
Honesty is no excuse for rudeness, sir. Now have the goodness to go.
human
Going, said the captain, rising.
gpt
But you are a bad man. To take that boy with you too! Shame!
human
Will you have the goodness to tell me what you mean, sir?
gpt
No good to bully, sir. I know. Off on the slave trade.
human
What!
gpt
But look out. King's cruiser will nab you. Sarve you right.
human
He's a bad 'un, boy. Don't go.