human
But I dursen't, sir, he said.
gpt
That Jarette would swear I was a traitor as soon as he heard my voice, and shoot me same as he did poor Phipps.
human
What! the steward?
gpt
Yes, sir, dead, on the night they rose.
human
You rose,
gpt
No, sir, I didn't; I'm only a cook, and not a fighting man. One does lots of things when a pistol's held to your head as you wouldn't do other times.
human
Bring the biscuit and water, said Mr Frewen,
gpt
You don't know Jarette, sir,
human
I'll go with you and help you,