human
Why, I do believe--it's--it's Moses, exclaimed Molloy, as his old comrade entered the prison.
gpt
Give us your flipper. Man alive! but I'm right glad to see you. We thought you was--let's have a look at your neck. No; nothing there. I knowed as that interpreter was a liar. But what brings you _here_, lad? What mischief have 'ee bin up to?
human
That's what puzzles myself, Jack, said Moses, shaking hands warmly with Miles.
gpt
I've done nothing that I know of except sell beans and oil. It's true I burned 'em sometimes a bit, but they'd hardly put a fellow in jail for that--would they? However, I'm glad they've done it, whatever the reason, seeing that it has brought us three together again. But, I say, continued Moses, while a look of anxiety came over his innocent face,
human
You may well ask that, lad. I've asked the same question of myself for many a day, but have never bin able to get from myself a satisfactory answer. I'm wery much afeared that we'll never see 'em again.