human
Hola, Martino! cried she.
gpt
D'ye live yet? 'Tis well. If we die to-day we die together, and where a properer death or one more fitting for such as you and I, for am I killed first, Resolution shall send you after me to bear me company, yes.
human
What, are ye hurt, Jo? cried he, peering.
gpt
Ha, Joanna lass, are ye hit indeed?
human
A little, yes! said she, and staggering against the mast leaned there as if faint, yet casting a swift, furtive glance over her shoulder.
gpt
But death cometh behind me, Resolution, and my pistol's gone and yours both empty--
human
Are ye there, Jo, are ye there?
gpt
Resolution, said she, drooping against the mast,
human
And what o' me?
gpt
You? cried she.
human
Ah--bah!