human
Well, cried Joe, as the boat glided on,
gpt
I don't know what you chaps think of it, but I am getting warm again, and I call this 'ere sport. But I say, Mr Rodd, I am beginning to wish you was aboard the _Maid of Salcombe_, and you'd took me with you.
human
Same 'ere, sir,
gpt
See any more, Mr Rodd?
human
No, not yet, Joe.
gpt
Well, there's no hurry, sir. Let's get our breath. But do you call this 'ere fishing or shooting?
human
There's another, cried Rodd excitedly;
gpt
Got to know perhaps, sir, how we upset t'other. But we can spare him, for I'll be bound to say there's plenty more of them. Now I wonder what they are all for--pretty creatures!
human
What they are for, Joe?
gpt
Yes, sir; I don't see as they are much good. I say, there's another one! No, he's ducked his head down. Ah, he's coming up again. Look out, my lads! cried the man.
human
I wish there was another pole. There's nothing left for me but my knife, and they are as hard as shoehorns, I know. I don't want to break my whittle against his skin. No, he's going to let us go by. Ah! Look out!