human
She's standing this way too, by Jove! he exclaimed.
gpt
And give me a glass. I thought so; she's in chase of a small boat under sail, just a-head of her Mr Togle, go aloft with a glass, and see what you can make out. I can distinguish little more than the upper leech of the sail; and were it not so calm, even that could not be seen.
human
I think that I can even make out that she has people in her, as she is much nearer us than the mistico, which keeps firing at her every now and then.
gpt
You are right, said the lieutenant, as the midshipman came on deck.
human
She is little more than half way between us. All hands make sail! We must do our best to overhaul her first; for, though I have slight hopes on the subject, she may have some of our friends in her, trying to escape.