human
What glorious bayonet work we shall have presently, whispered Villiers to Cranstoun, as they were brought together by their stations at the adjacent extremities of their respective division.
gpt
Only mark how the fellows sleep.
human
The deevil a beet, responded Cranstoun,
gpt
What! does he not mean to attack them with the bayonet, when two minutes would suffice to bring us into the very heart of the encampment, and that before they could well have time to arm themselves?
human
Hoot mon coolly pursued the Grenadier, with something very like satire in his expression.
gpt
Would ye ha' the Geeneral so uncheevalrous as to poonce upoon a set of poor unarmed and unprepared creeturs. Depeend upon it he would na sleep coomfortably on his peelow, after having put coold steel into the geezzard of each of yon sleeping loons.