human
It was about the blowing-up of Southern ironclads, was it not?
gpt
replied Lancey.
human
The master is uncommon fond of blowin's-up and inquirin' into the natur' of things. I never know'd another except one as beat 'im at inwestigation, but that one beat everybody I ever seen or heard of. He was a Scotch boy, named Sandy--
gpt
What was his other name?
human
replied Lancey.
gpt
We never called 'im anythink else. I don't believe he 'ad any other name. He said he was the son of an apothecary. No doubt the schoolmaster knew 'is other name, if he 'ad one, but he never used it, and we boys were content with Sandy. That boy, sir, seemed to me to know everythink, and was able, I believe, to do hanythink. He was a tremendous fighter, too, though not out o' the way as regards size. He could lick the biggest boy in the school, and when he made up his mind to do a thing, nothin' on earth could stop him a-doin' of it.
human
Good, said the skipper, with an emphatic puff;
gpt
Don't know, answered Lancey.
human
He went a'ead too fast for me to foller. One day the master gave 'im a lickin'. He vowed he'd be revenged. Next mornin' early he got up an' smashed the school winders, redooced the master's desk to matchwood, an' walked away whistlin'. I never seed 'im since.
gpt
Nor heard of him?
human
Nor 'eard of 'im.
gpt
That was a pity,
human
It was. But go on, Mister Whitlaw, with your hanecdotes. I couldn't rightly hear all you said to the master.
gpt
It was about torpedo warfare we were talking, said the skipper.
human
You know that sort o' thing is only in its infancy, but the Americans, as usual, had the honour of starting it fairly into being.
gpt
The `honour,' eh? said Lancey;