human
Body of Paul Jones! And what did you do, whirligig?
gpt
Why, I told them to let go, and they wouldn't; and then I took a pistol, and shot one of them!
human
Hoorah! shouted the admiral, waving the candlestick delightedly above his head.
gpt
I knew there was some of the Havenful blood in you! Three cheers for Flibbertigibbet!
human
Then my horse started, and ran off, and I came right straight here,
gpt
Hoorah for little Bombshell! roared the admiral, as he sprung forward, and catching Pet's hand, gave it a squeeze that nearly crushed the little digits.
human
You ought to have been a boy, Firefly! By Saint Christopher Columbus! you are a female hero, Pet!
gpt
Well, but it isn't nice to kill a man, or even a nigger! I hope he ain't dead,
human
Never you mind the monkey! Served him right if he is! I do hope he's gone to 'Davy's locker,' where he'll get a warmer welcome. Why, he would have killed you, Pet!
gpt
I expect he would; though I don't see where would be the good of killing a little thing like me, said Pet, thoughtfully humane.
human
I say, uncle, I'd like to go and see if he's dead!
gpt
And may I be swung to the yard-arm if I let you go a step! Does the girl want to get killed again?
human
No; the girl doesn't want to get killed, said Pet, crossly.
gpt
I'm not going to be killed so easily, thank you! But it seems to me you might mount two or three of the servants, and let them come with me; and I will call for Ray Germaine; and we'll all go together to the woods, and, maybe, catch those runaway niggers that are frightening the lives out of people. I shot one of 'em, I know; and we can track him by his bleeding. There's a reward offered, too, for whoever takes them up; and who knows but I may get it?
human
Set fire to the reward! That's a good notion, though, about going in search of them when they're wounded, Pet. Oh, you're a jewel, Flibbertigibbet, and no mistake about it! There ought to be a song made about you. I'll go, too; and there's no time to lose. Pipe all hands, Firefly, while I go and look for my boots.
gpt
Now, why couldn't he say 'Call the servants,' as well as 'Pipe all hands'? which hasn't a sensible sound at all, said Pet, as she arose to obey.
human
Here, you! Jake, Tom, Bob! she added, opening the door, and shouting at the top of her lungs,
gpt
Tumble up!
human
Tumble up! repeated Pet, imitating the old sailor's gruff roar as well as she could.
gpt
Uncle says so.
human
Clear out, and saddle four horses, and arm yourselves with boarding-pikes and cutlasses! commanded the admiral, fastening a rusty sword to his side, and sticking a couple of pistols in his belt.
gpt
And then mount, and ride round to the front door, and stand by for further orders. Oh, the blamed black villain! He deserves to walk the plank, if ever any one did!
human
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