human
Die he shall, yes! said she at last.
gpt
Die he must, but in proper fashion and time, not by such vermin as you--so put up that knife! You hear me, yes?
human
Hanged my comrade Jem, a did, along o' many others o' the Fellowship! growled the squat man, flourishing his knife,
gpt
Moreover the Cap'n says 'blind' says he, so blind it is, says I, and this the knife to--
human
And there's for you, yes! said Joanna, smiling into the man's agonised face,
gpt
Be thankful I spared your worthless life. Crawl into the boat, worm, and wait till I'm minded to patch up your hurt--Go!
human
La Culebra! they roared.
gpt
Hola, Belvedere, said she.
human
Your dogs do grow out of hand; 'tis well I'm back again. Now for these my prisoners, seize 'em up, bind 'em fast and heave 'em aboard ship.
gpt
Aye, but, said Belvedere, fingering his beard,
human
But then I do pleasure myself, yes. So aboard ship they go!
gpt
Why, look now, Jo, said Belvedere, biting at his thumb,
human
Save women, Cap'n!
gpt
So, as I say, Joanna, these prisoners cannot go aboard my ship.
human
Your ship? said she, mighty scornful.
gpt
Ah, ah, but 'twas I made you captain of your ship and 'tis I can unmake you--
human
Why look ye, Jo, said Belvedere, gnawing at his thumb more savagely and glancing towards his chafing company,
gpt
Aye, aye, Cap'n! cried divers of the men, beginning to crowd upon us again.
human
To the fire with 'em! Nay, send aboard for Black Pompey! Aye, Pompey's the lad to set 'em dancing Indian fashion--
gpt
You hear, Jo, you hear? cried Belvedere.
human
The lads are for ending of 'em sportive fashion--especially the Don; he must die slow and quaint for sake 'o the good lads as do hang a-rotting on his cursed gibbets e'en now--quaint and slow; the lads think so and so think I--
gpt
But you were ever a dull fool, my pretty man, yes! said Joanna, showing her teeth.
human
And as for these rogues, they do laugh at you--see!