human
Here, let me come, Mr Rodd, cried Joe Cross, as he scrambled forward.
gpt
Here, catch hold, sir, and help me drag my jersey over my head. The brute's stove us in, and if I don't look sharp--Pull, sir, pull--right over my head! That's got it, he cried, and he set to work thrusting the woollen knitted shirt bit by bit along between the edges of two of the planks, through which the water was rapidly gurgling in.
human
There, he said;