human
There, she's all right, he cried, stepping aft carefully, the boat swaying beneath his huge weight.
gpt
Now, squire, I mun lean ower thee to get howd o' the pole. Eh! but it's a long way to reach, and--
human
Mind, man, mind! cried the squire,
gpt
Nay, we sha'n't go down, cried Hickathrift, straining right over the squire and Dick, and sinking the stern of the boat so far that his face kept touching the water, and he had to wrench his head round to speak.
human
There, I've got howd o' the pole, and one leg hooked under the thwart. Let go, Mester Dick; and you haul him aboard, squire, and get to the other end.