human
Good little bow! he muttered;
gpt
I should say it did, Giraffe, replied the other, enthusiastically;
human
And the cream is on you, Bumpus.
gpt
Shucks! who cares for that? Why, a little while ago I'd given all the spending money I expect to get as my share of the rewards for returnin' those lost bank papers, for just one little penny box of matches. Why, I'll be only too happy to treat the whole crowd six times over, after this. There, my bird's done, Giraffe.
human
Same here; and now how are we agoin' to cook 'em?
gpt
That's so, he observed,
human
But there must be a way of cooking 'em by keeping the birds close to the fire. All old hunters cook their game that way. And don't you remember, Bumpus, Thad and Step Hen took sticks, and stuck 'em in the ground, with chunks of venison on the other end. Step said it was just prime. Well, what's to hinder our trying that same old game?
gpt
But the partridges are too big and heavy; they won't ever cook through?
human
All right; I guess now we can manage to slice the same in half, Giraffe continued, hopefully.
gpt
I've done the job for my folks at home, more'n a few times, when they wanted to broil a Spring chicken for some sick person. We'll have our game broiled, Bumpus, see?
human
Sure we will; and while you're about it, with that big-bladed knife of yours, Giraffe, give mine a rip down the back, so I c'n split it open. It's easy to see you know how. Thad and Allan ain't got so very much on you, when it comes to doin' things.