human
Look here, you policeman, and you, Caister, you shall pay dearly for this night's work. I swear it, and Bill Fothergill never forgets his word in that way. It's your turn, this time. It will be mine the next, and when it is, take care.
gpt
They are gone!
human
Perhaps it is only a trick, to draw us out,
gpt
They have taken good care of that, he added bitterly, as he glanced at the stables, which were now a sheet of flame.
human
However, we will look round and see.
gpt
I will take one of your hands, Caister, and scout round on one side. Do you three go the other side.