human
What can he be doing?
gpt
Him's breakin' down branches for git at him's feed, s'pose.
human
Do you see that? whispered Peterkin, as he pointed to an open space among the bushes.
gpt
Isn't that a bit o' the hairy brute?
human
It looks like it,
gpt
Cluck! ejaculated Makarooroo, making a peculiar noise with his tongue.
human
Dat him. Blaze away!
gpt
But it may not be a mortal part, objected Peterkin.
human
He might escape if only wounded.
gpt
Nebber fear. Hims come at us if hims be wound. Only we mus' be ready for him.
human
All ready, said Jack, cocking both barrels of his rifle.--
gpt
Now, Peterkin, a good aim. If he comes here he shall get a quietus.