human
Ay, no doubt I'm March Marston; though how you came to find out my name I don't know--
gpt
Easy enough that, lad, when you leave your mother's Bible behind ye, cried Dick with a wild laugh.
human
She must be a good mother that o' yours. Is she alive yet, boy?
gpt
That is she, an' well, I trust--
human
An' your father, interrupted Dick;
gpt
I don't know, said March, frowning;
human
Dyin'?
gpt
Ay, so it seems to me. I've brought him to see if ye can stop the bleedin', but he's fainted, and I can't lift--