human
After escaped prisoners, sir. Asking the young gentleman if he had got one of them up here.
gpt
Pooh! Nonsense! Absurd! cried the gentleman addressed, just as Rodd brought his fish to land and went down on one knee to grip it in his left hand.
human
Prisoners, no! literally barked the fresh comer, setting down his bottle and net, and taking off his straw hat to wipe his streaming face with a big yellow and red bandanna handkerchief.
gpt
Here, Rodd, boy, he cried, with a chuckle,
human
he continued, and the sergeant and men grinned.
gpt
Thirsty?
human
Yes, sir, said the sergeant, grinning;
gpt
Well, there's plenty of beautiful water. Shall I lend you my drinking-cup?
human
Thankye, sir,
gpt
Thankye, indeed! said the bluff speaker, with a chuckle, and he thrust his hand into his pocket.
human
There you are; there's a shilling for you to get some cider. I dare say you know where better than I can tell you. No, we have seen no prisoners.
gpt
Thank you, sir! You are a gentleman, said the sergeant.
human
Didn't want to interfere with the young gent's sport, but we had got our duty to do. Left face, my lads! Forward!