human
Hi! Hallo, friend! he shouts,
gpt
What _is_ to be done? exclaims the wayfarer in sheer despair.
human
Well, here goes. May as well be shot as starve in the veldt; and perhaps the fellow's only playing the fool--trying what I'm made of--and, if I were only within fifty, or even a hundred yards of him, the `trying' wouldn't be all on one side.