human
How do you do, sir?
gpt
Oh, I'm bully, thank you, old beeswax. Not you the cod I twigged[A] navigating that scow up the creek?
human
I suppose she's the champion yacht, isn't she?
gpt
Yes, answered Frank,
human
Ah, possibly; but, after all, you had better tell that to the marines. I've seen too much of the world to have a country chap stuff me, now I tell you, old beeswax.
gpt
Storm on the Atlantic! See her rock!
human
Please don't, James, urged Frank;
gpt
I'm afraid you will hit the schooner.
human
No fear of that, answered James, confidently, still continuing to throw the stones;
gpt
I can come within a hair's-breadth of her, and not touch her. Now, see.