human
Poor laddie, growled Bob Hampton,
gpt
Orful,
human
Reg'lar wusser,
gpt
Look sharp there, my lads, cried Jarette, from somewhere overhead, which must have been the poop-deck.
human
That one dead?
gpt
Ay, ay, sir.
human
You're a liar, Barney Blane.
gpt
If he's dead, pitch him overboard.
human
But he arn't dead, captain, growled Bob Hampton.
gpt
There's stuff enough in him to make a full-sized sailor yet, and he's far too good to be chucked over to the sharkses.
human
But Barney Blane said he was dead.
gpt
Don't you take no notice o' what Barney Blane says, skipper, cried Dumlow.
human
He dunno chalk from cheese best o' times, and I know he can't tell a dead man from mutton.
gpt
Hear, hear, mate! cried Bob Hampton.
human
Haw, haw, haw; we'll chuck the boy overboard if you like, capt'n; but there's a kick in one of his hind legs, an' I see him wink and waggle one ear.
gpt
Let him lie there a bit till I come round, cried Jarette.
human
You go on and clear that cabin.
gpt
Ay, ay, cried the three men who were near.
human
Come on, lads. Here, Barney, go and get that there pannikin o' water from the breaker, and pour some in the boy's mouth. What yer go and say he were dead for?
gpt
Well, mate, I thought as he were. He had enough to ha' killed a man, let alone a boy.
human
You look sharp, and we'll pull him and the doctor through, see if we don't. I don't think no bones is broke. Them chesties sheltered 'em.