human
Look at the ship. Everything's in its place, and ship-shape.
gpt
Why, what has become of the tall spars aloft,
human
Oh, they were sent down when the wind freshened, Bill said.
gpt
There ain't nothing in that.
human
Where are the convicts, Bill?
gpt
Oh, they are all battened down below, the sailor said carelessly.
human
They only come up for an airing when the weather is fine. They are like the passengers only, instead of pleasing themselves, their ways are marked out for them.
gpt
Have any of the passengers been up?
human
Two or three of the men have shown, and a gal. It ain't her first voyage, I'll bet. A pretty thing she is, and as straight as a mast. She's been on deck, off and on, ever since we started.