human
Now I know what, who, and where I am.
gpt
His face is as cool as my own!
human
Bless me, boy! Captain North cried,
gpt
I think I am, I returned.
human
What happened to me?
gpt
Happened to you? A touch of African fever, my lad, on top of a dastardly stab.
human
Where's Neil Gleazen?
gpt
Oh, he's getting along better than he deserves. Our friend Lamont, here, spitted him delicately; but he escaped the fever and has had an easier time of it by far than you, my lad.
human
Fine, he said in his heartiest voice,
gpt
But I've been resting for days and days, I protested.
human
I want to talk now and hear all the news.
gpt
Not now, Joe. Well go away and leave you now. But I'll have cook wring the neck of another chicken and give your nurse, here, the meat. She has a better hand at broth, Joe, my boy, than ever a man-cook had, and I'll warrant, two hours from now, broth'll taste good to you.