human
Touched this time!
gpt
Mr. Mathew! cried the Captain to his second, who was stationed at the bows,
human
The bowsprit broken.
gpt
Any wounded?
human
No, Captain.
gpt
Well, then, the masts may go to Jericho. Straight into the pass! Straight! and steer towards the island.
human
We have passed the Rebs! cried Crockston;