human
Hurrah for the _Pactolus_! he shouted, running forward and waving both his hands
gpt
By Gad, they won’t have the chance to report us this time! We’ll do our own reporting
human
She must be foul—although these freighters don’t pretend to any speed
gpt
She’s making about ten knots said I
human
And we are logging fifteen steady, and sixteen by spurts, when the breeze puffs a little
gpt
You don’t tell me! he exclaimed, glancing over the side. Then he looked up at the clumsy old steamer, ploughing along a quarter of a mile to leeward.
human
By Jove, Captain, we’re passing her as if she were standing still!