human
Shut up, Jack! growled the skipper.
gpt
Can't ye see the lad's got all he ken weather? Then he turned to Noll, proffering his rough sympathy.
human
Sorry fur ye! he said.
gpt
Culm ain't the place for the like o' you, an' what ye cum here fur, I can't see. But keep a stout heart, lad, an' rough it out best way ye can; ain't no other way now.
human
I'm going to, said Noll, with an effort;
gpt
I won't mind after a little, I guess. Good-by, skipper;
human
Keep 'long up the shore, called the master of the
gpt
Gull after him,
human
Ef I knew that was some o' Gray's work, I'd jes' like the fun o' bringin' the ole chap down here on the 'Gull,' an' lettin' him loose to browse on the rocks,--jes' to see how _he'd_ like it!
gpt
Gull