human
It may blow to-night, thought I;
gpt
Your scheme is a failure. The schooner is fixed. What's to be done now?
human
I don't know that my scheme is a failure, said I.
gpt
What did you suppose? that the blast would blow the ice with the schooner on it into the ocean clear of the island? If the ice is so shaken as to enable the swell to detach it, my scheme will have accomplished all I proposed.
human
he cried scornfully and passionately.
gpt
he cried, clenching his fist.
human
But you must meddle no more! The _Boca del Dragon_ is mine--_mine_, d'ye see, now that they're all dead and gone but me --smiting his bosom--
gpt
What made you awake me? I was at peace--neither cold, hungry, nor hopeless! What demon forced you to bring me to this--to bring me back to _this_?
human
Mr. Tassard, said I coldly,
gpt
I don't ask your pardon for my experiment; I meant well, and to my mind it is no failure yet. But for disturbing your repose I do sincerely beg your forgiveness, and solemnly promise you, if you will return to the state in which I found you, that I will not repeat the offence.