human
I--I don't know, I stammered as I put my hand to my ear.
gpt
Yes, I think so,
human
You cowardly, treacherous hound!
gpt
I--oh don't!--help!--I was only defending myself from Dale. I'm weak and hurt, and--
human
A cowardly, malingering liar! cried Mr Frewen, hotly.
gpt
He tried to make me believe he was very bad, groaning and wincing, and thinking he had deceived me, but I saw through him all the time.
human
No, no, I am bad!
gpt
He isn't, I said, with my anger against him mastering a sensation of sickness.
human
He was shamming; I found him out, and we quarrelled and fought, and as soon as he was beaten he caught up the pistol and fired at me.
gpt
It's all a lie! shouted Walters, fiercely.
human
I was so weak and ill that I--
gpt
Jumped up well as I was, and called Mr Frewen a brute and a beast as soon as he was out of hearing.
human
And the pistol cocked itself, jumped up into his hand, and then went off and wounded Dale. Is it much, doctor?
gpt
No, only his ear cut, fortunately, said Mr Frewen, holding a handkerchief to my head.
human
An inch more and our amiable, treacherous young friend would have had to be tried for murder. Who's that?
gpt
Me, growled Neb Dumlow.
human
Want help, sir?
gpt
No. Go and tell the captain there's nothing the matter, and Miss Denning that there's no cause for alarm. Lock up the wild beast, Brymer! I thought he was a little weak and wanted feeding up. Leave him to me, and I'll feed him down.