human
Attaboy! exulted Specs, clapping Roundy on the back.
gpt
I knew you could do it.
human
No, you didn't, either, Roundy answered, too pleased with his performance to be angry at anybody.
gpt
But I won the five points all right, even if I'm not one of you light and airy speedsters. What's next?
human
I'm leaving now, Bi told Bunny, after that event.
gpt
Date with the dentist at eleven, as I explained. Before I go, though, I'd just like to say that I don't think this new fellow is any good. He can't run. Well, that's all right. But he can't do anything else, either.
human
This isn't a secret society, Bi, and it isn't an athletic club. It's a patrol of Boy Scouts. And if Rodman isn't good at some of these things that don't really count, I know he's worth while in other ways.
gpt
Let some new patrol take him in. He may be all right, but I'd rather have somebody in the Black Eagles who isn't such a dub.