human
Now, my beauties, said Tarboe,
gpt
A moment afterwards he hoisted a keg on deck.
human
Think that's whisky? he asked.
gpt
Lift it, Mr. Martin. Mr. Martin obeyed.
human
Shake it,
gpt
Open it, Mr. Martin.
human
Is that contraband, Mr. Martin?
gpt
Treasure-trove,
human
That's it, and in a month, Mr. Martin, I'll be asking the chief of your department to dinner.
gpt
till they left the island their live would not be worth