human
Ah, MacNabb, cried Glenarvan,
gpt
As soon as it was decided not to be drowned, I concluded not to die of hunger.
human
I should not have thought of this, said Paganel, innocently;
gpt
And what do the saddle-bags contain?
human
Provisions for seven men for two days,
gpt
Well, said Glenarvan,
human
I hope that the inundation will be considerably lower twenty-four hours hence.
gpt
Or that we shall find some means of gaining _terra firma_,
human
Our first business, then, is to breakfast,
gpt
After drying ourselves,
human
And fire?
gpt
Why, we must make one,
human
Where?
gpt
At the top of the trunk, of course.
human
With what?
gpt
With dead wood that we shall cut in the tree.
human
But how kindle it? said Glenarvan.
gpt
Our tinder is like a wet sponge.
human
We will manage that, answered Paganel;
gpt
I!