human
God help 'em if they come!
gpt
They were going to send old Angus up with the shop, Potter said. There was no feeling in his tone now; somehow he was without emotion.
human
Without a chance for himself,
gpt
The damn sn'akin' blaggards! growled Pat Cassidy.
human
L'ave it to us, sorr. Gerrman spies, is it?
gpt
They're bringing explosives--TNT. Any man that doesn't like it can go home--and nobody'll think the worse of him.
human
Think the worse of him, is it? Is there a man here which the white liver of him wants to run from a thafe of a Gerrman spy?... There is none, sorr. We're all Amerricuns here, sorr, and, loike Amerricuns, we stand togither....
gpt
Have you a bit of a flag, now, Mr. Waite? asked Mort.
human
Seems like we ought to have one showin'.
gpt
There's one in the locker, Mort. Run it up.