human
Have you seen a man go into the wood, armed with a rifle? Barbicane, the president, my best friend?
gpt
A hunter?
human
A hunter? Yes,
gpt
Long ago?
human
About an hour.
gpt
Too late!
human
Have you heard any gun-shots?
gpt
No!
human
Not one?
gpt
Not one! that hunter did not look as if he knew how to hunt!
human
What is to be done?
gpt
We must go into the wood, at the risk of getting a ball which is not intended for us.
human
Ah! cried Maston, in a tone which could not be mistaken,
gpt
I would rather have twenty balls in my own head than one in Barbicane's.
human
Forward, then,