human
Look here, old fellow, said he in a shaking voice,
gpt
My knife?
human
Yes--that pruning-knife you gave him, you know. Look here--I must have the place sewn up. Do go for a doctor, there's a good chap.
gpt
Where is the place?
human
Here on my right gill.
gpt
Oh, yes! That's fine--I tell you I felt his knife go in.
human
Nonsense, you were dreaming.
gpt
Dreaming! Not I. I saw Musty as distinctly as I now see you.
human
This is a delusion, Jameson, I replied.
gpt
The poor fellow is dead.
human
Oh, that's very fine, said Jameson.
gpt
It is not the first of April, and I don't believe the yarns that you've been spinning. You tried to make believe he was dead, but I know he is not. He has got into my room, and he made a dig at my throat with your pruning-knife.
human
I'll go into your room with you.
gpt
Do so. But he's gone by this time. Trust him to cut and run.