human
Why, sir, the steward went on with growing confidence,
gpt
I bet I can make him friends with you, too, by this time to-morrow . . .
human
By this time five minutes he'll be overboard, the captain answered.
gpt
Bo's'n! Over with him!
human
Look at my cat, and look at me,
gpt
Go on!
human
Hold on! spoke up the Shortlands planter.
gpt
Give the dog a square deal. I saw the whole thing. He wasn't looking for trouble. First the cat jumped him. She had to jump twice before he turned loose. She'd have scratched his eyes out. Then the two dogs jumped him. He hadn't bothered them. Then you jumped him. He hadn't bothered you. And then came that sailor with the mop. And now you want the bo's'n to jump him and throw him overboard. Give him a square deal. He's only been defending himself. What do you expect any dog that is a dog to do?--lie down and be walked over by every strange dog and cat that comes along? Play the game, Skipper. You gave him some mighty hard kicks. He only defended himself.
human
He's some defender, Captain Duncan grinned, with a hint of the return of his ordinary geniality, at the same time tenderly pressing his bleeding shoulder and looking woefully down at his tattered duck trousers.
gpt
All right, Steward. If you can make him friends with me in five minutes, he stays on board. But you'll have to make it up to me with a new pair of trousers.
human
And gladly, sir, thank you, sir, Daughtry cried.
gpt
And I'll make it up with a new cat as well, sir--Come on, Killeny Boy. This big fella marster he all right, you bet.