human
That was the result of some one aiming,
gpt
If they don't do any more damage than that it won't matter,
human
Look here, Brymer, whispered Mr Frewen, speaking now after carefully watching the dimly-seen hatch for some minutes,
gpt
For want of ammunition?
human
No; for want of air. That ventilator will not carry off the foul gas from the firing.
gpt
But the holes they are making will, said the mate.
human
If it were not so dark you would see that the smoke is curling out from several little holes.
gpt
Flit? cried Mr Preddle, excitedly.
human
Yes, but not hurt, replied Mr Frewen.
gpt
The bullet struck my collar, and it was like something giving me a violent jerk.
human
Change positions every one, said Mr Brymer in a low voice.
gpt
Hampton, the lanterns. Let them both down, and put them in the galley.