human
There, said Mr Brymer,
gpt
If we could only master that one man, said Mr Frewen in the little council of war which followed,
human
Hadn't you better order the hose to be laid on, Mr Brymer, sir, said Bob Hampton,
gpt
It would be punishing the weak with the guilty and strong, my lad, said Mr Brymer.
human
I am loth to proceed to extremities.
gpt
Werry well then, sir, smoke 'em out as you would rats. I dessay the doctor has got some brimstone.
human
Yes, I have, Hampton, said Mr Frewen;
gpt
That's a true word, sir.
human
You would not like to kill them all in cold blood, my man?
gpt
No, sir, that's a butchery sort o' way; but I'm ready to give 'em a wopses' nest squib to bring 'em to their senses.
human
Out of their senses, man! cried Mr Frewen, impatiently.
gpt
It means death, I tell you--wholesale murder. The men, I repeat, are not rats.
human
Well, sir, they're behaving like 'em, and there's no gammon about it now. They're desprit; Jarette's worked 'em up; and they've got the judge to face if we take 'em into port. Strikes me it's our lives or theirn; but you knows best. I was thinking about the young lady.