human
Hello, old boy!
gpt
Be careful, warned the poundkeeper.
human
He's got an ugly temper.
gpt
Not when he's treated right, was the answer.
human
I'll take him along. Here's his collar, for Porter had handed it over before parting from Dick.
gpt
I'll take him home. To whom do I pay the ten dollars?
human
To me. Half goes to the town and the other half to the man who caused the dog to be taken in. Rumcaster is his name, or something like that. He's been here several times since the dog was brought in, asking if the fine was paid. He wants his share, Mr. Rumcaster does.
gpt
Duncaster is my name! Duncaster! exclaimed a rasping voice, and the man who had been so unpleasant to Dick made his appearance.
human
And so the dog's owner is here, is he? I guess this will be a lesson to him. Where's my five dollars?
gpt
Here!
human
Ah, ha! So it's that Hamilton soldier fellow! exploded Enos Duncaster, as he saw our hero.
gpt
It was your dog; eh? You should know better than to let unmuzzled and unlicensed dogs run loose in the streets. But it's what might be expected of a young man who goes to school to learn a murdering trade. Bah! I'm glad it _was_ your dog!
human
The dog is licensed, and was running loose because the cadet who took him without my permission did not take care of him,
gpt
Hum! I can't help that young man! The law is the law and I'm entitled to my five dollars. It will keep me in groceries for a week. I don't eat much!
human
Come on Grit, old boy!