human
It's an ill wind that blaws naebody guid, said Macleod to Moses Pyne, as he came on deck to enjoy a pipe after their first dinner on board.
gpt
What d'ee think that queer cratur Flynn is doin' doon below?
human
Nothing very useful, I daresay,
gpt
Ye're wrang for ance. He's lyin' in ambush there, makin' war on the rats--ay, an' he's killed twa or three a'ready!
human
You don't say so! I'll go and see the fun.
gpt
Hi! hallo! ho!
human
Och! git out o' the line o' fire wid ye! There's another!