human
Huzza, my lads! he exclaimed, whisking round his cap, and letting it come down over the eyes of Togle, another youngster of his own standing, who was reeling after the fatigue of furling sails, and eating his dinner,--
gpt
Old England for ever! Who'll bet that we shan't be kissing our sweethearts at home this day six weeks?
human
Why, what do you mean?
gpt
Who'll take my bet?
human
Why, I will, answered Togle, who did not like being disturbed, clearing his head at the same time from the cap.
gpt
I will, because I don't think such an ugly-looking chap as you are can have a sweetheart to kiss.
human
But what makes you sing out in that way? asked Tompion, the second mate.
gpt
You don't mean to say that we are homeward-bound, youngster?
human
I do, though; and the skipper has just come on board to say so,