human
What ship is yourn?
gpt
The Ocean Ranger, I replied.
human
But you are trifling with me, I think. I am not here to answer that sort of questions. What do you want?
gpt
Wal, he answered,
human
I'll tell you what I want, mister. I'm short of men, and men, he added, with a touch of brutal energy in his tone,
gpt
I must have, or, durn me, if the Ephriam Z. Jackson is going to fetch New York this side of Christmas Day. I reckon, he continued, with an indiscribable nasal drawl,
human
I reckon, I replied, with some heat,
gpt
Stop, mister, he cried,
human
Second mate,
gpt
Wal, said he, coolly,
human
I don't mind telling you that my second mate's little better than a sojer --by which he meant
gpt
--
human
Thank you, said I,
gpt
Stop, mister! he shouted.
human
Men I must have, and at sea when the pi-rate necessity boards a craft politeness has to skip. You can stop if you like; but if you go you goes alone. I tell you I must have men. Two men ye've brought, and they're going to stop, I calculate. _In_ fact, we've filled on the Ephriam Z. Jackson, and she's _ong rout_ again, mister. If _you_ go--