human
Well! ejaculated the captain as he whipped up pony,
gpt
Believed what, Mr. Gordon?
human
Why, that such a sweet young girl as that was the daughter of that villainous Carver Kinlay.
gpt
Ay! Thora's a bonnie lassie, I observed, with more feeling than I meant the words to convey;
human
My lad, thank Heaven that your lucky stone and your splendid swimming saved you from that dreadful Sound of Hoy.
gpt
I would rather they had saved my father, Mr. Gordon.
human
I've no doubt you would, Halcro; but I was thinking of something else. I was thinking that when you grow older, and when little Thora--as you name her--is a woman--
gpt
Tuts! Mr. Gordon, said I, guessing what he would be at.
human
The Kinlays and the Ericsons will never be friends.