human
Time to drink again, _n'est-ce pas_, my Captain? asked he.
gpt
Drink to the dead!
human
I hope they are dead, rather than prisoners! exclaimed the Master.
gpt
Yes, we'll drink, and get forward. We've got to make long strides, tonight. Those Jannati Shahr devils may be after us, tomorrow. Surely will, if they investigate that delta and find only a few bodies. They'll conclude some of us have got through. And if they pick up our trail, with those white dromedaries of theirs--
human
The sacred pigs! ejaculated Leclair.
gpt
Ah, _messieurs_, now you begin to know the Arabs as I have long known them.