human
There's Uncle Paul, and the skipper, in one!
gpt
Ay, ay, my lad; that's our old man,
human
And there's the Count, and eight men rowing hard, in the other, but-- but--oh, I say, Morny isn't there!
gpt
Oh, he's being skipper and taking care of the brig, sir,
human
No, he isn't, shouted Rodd, signalling with his pole, as he saw one of the rowers rise up in the brig's boat and begin waving an oar;
gpt
Here, you've ketched a cold, Mr Rodd, sir, cried Joe.
human
But never mind them behind in the boats. They'll ketch us up soon. There's another of them beauties coming at us. The beggars do seem hungry this morning. We hardly seed any of them when we were coming up yesterday. Why, of course, this is their breakfast-time, and the sight of us has made them peckish. Now then, all together, lads! Let him have it.