human
We'll take the dogs with us a little way--do the beggars no end of good--and send 'em back to camp before the sun's up, said Charteris, as they mounted.
gpt
Well, I hope it won't end in 'Dinner lost! 'ounds lost! self lost--all lost together!' What d'ye think of calling the hunt, old boy?
human
The Cut-'em-downs, if you're going to ride over my hounds, said Charteris, as a heedless puppy blundered in front of Gerrard's horse.
gpt
And call you Crasher.
human
All right, Brusher!