human
Some one has been playing larks with the grub, sir. I can't go to the wheel, for I can't--can't--can't--can't--Here, hold up Neb, lad; don't lurch about like that.
gpt
I'm a-going down, matey, I'm a-going down,
human
You scoundrels, you've been at the rum! cried Mr Brymer, and he drew his pistol, but only gave a stagger, and caught about in the air to try and save himself from falling.
gpt
Help--Frewen--something--give me something,
human
Treachery.
gpt
I knew it!