human
Why, Tom, it's Thorpeley! cried Dick, as he went down on one knee and peered into the upturned face.
gpt
Mr Thorpeley, Mr Thorpeley! he cried;
human
It must have been him, whispered Dick.
gpt
He had lost his way.
human
Then let him find it again, grumbled Tom,
gpt
But perhaps there is something the matter. Mr Thorpeley, Mr Thorpeley!
human
Is he dead?
gpt
Dead! cried Dick, leaping up and shrinking away at the suggestion.
human
No, he can't be. He's quite warm,
gpt
What shall we do, Dick? said Tom huskily.
human
I hate him, but we can't leave him here.
gpt
Well, said Dick,
human
I'm not very fond of him, but it would be like leaving anybody to die to go away now. We must carry him down to the boat.
gpt
Come on then, quick!