human
Well, ventured Martin,
gpt
Yes, the lousy squeezers, I'll bet the Front Street House has a good dinner for the boss on my advance.
human
I hope he chokes, Joe,
gpt
Choking is too good for them; burning is wot they want, went on Joe, almost forgetting his breakfast in the heat of his indignation.
human
They take in Australia and Martin and Fred and me, and wot do we get? Wot do we get? Why, a few days' grub and a lousy, dirty bed, wot ain't fit to sleep on, and then they send us out. We go down and sign, and the next day out to sea for us in this bloody hell wagon. A half a kit of dog's wool and oakum slops, took from some dead sailor, maybe, and rotten poor oilskins, and sea boots that is no good. A big bargain, and all for six quid--that's all--only six quid for the lot; a mess of fine wearin' rags. And today they collect their hard earned money and all we has to do is to ride down here on a yachtin' toor round Cape Stiff.
gpt
It ain't right. It's hell, that's it--hell! agreed Australia.
human
Lookit me and Fred, and Mike, we was only in port two days. Just two days board and no advance money. Said the British Consul would get us sent back to the _Ettrick_. And that cost us six quid!
gpt
Nothing ain't right, it was Jimmy who spoke.
human
You booze, and worse, you sells out your manhood an' your rights to low livin' pigs wot lives off o' the likes o' us. Its principles wot you needs. Young men, take my advice and get principles. 'Ard? O' course it's 'ard to get principles, but they saves you a lot o' trouble an' you can put away a bit. I say live right and you'll be right.
gpt
How old are you, anyway?
human
Old enough to know my own bloody business,
gpt
Well, now that _your_ dead horse is worked off you can start in and save until _you_ hit New York again.
human
Well, if I do save a bit, it's none o' the likes o' a Dutchman like you wot'll 'elp me spend it,