human
What’s the time?
gpt
Nine minutes to the hour, replied the Irishman, consulting his watch.
human
Will we do it?
gpt
he said,
human
We’ll do it, said Templeton,
gpt
Sorra a bit.
human
Would they tender higher than you?
gpt
They might.
human
What a pity we didn’t give Noakes that message, Bob. Some one at the camp wanted to give him the tip to cut his tender; there was no other to hand.
gpt
The like of that, now, and me having the name of an honest man! Will I have time enough to write a word or two with the stump of a pencil? I have my tender in my pocket folded.
human
Better let it alone; we’ll keep Noakes off. He’s still rattling along, Bob; do we get the wind up the hill?
gpt
I’m afraid not. The road takes an awkward turn; just ahead there, you see. We’ll have to rely on the petrol, and trust to luck.