human
Let be, my son! quoth Sir Richard, on his knees in the stern sheets.
gpt
Row, Martin, the boat rides steadier. Ha! said he, with a little chuckling laugh, as a bullet hummed over us.
human
So we must fight, after all; well, on their own heads be it! And as he took up and cocked a musket, I saw his eyes were shining and his lips upcurled in grim smile.
gpt
Alas, I was ever too forward for fight in the old days, God forgive me, but here, as I think, is just and sufficient cause for bloodshed.
human
They come on amain!
gpt
Let them come, Martin! said he, crouching in the stern sheets,