human
By George, Bob, cried Eves,
gpt
I hear it, said Templeton.
human
Couldn’t mistake it: I’ll give it room to pass.
gpt
I say, Bob, shouted Eves,
human
No. Didn’t look. Who is it?
gpt
Rabbit-skin and Noakes.
human
Our Noakes?
gpt
Philemon, as sure as a gun.
human
Our worthy mayor, evidently. Rummy!
gpt
What was that you said?
human
It was what I don’t care to repeat. The fellow you do be calling Rabbit-skin has the rise got on me, and indeed I’m sorry I put you to the trouble and all.
gpt
Noakes, you mean?
human
I do not. Noakes is unbeknown to me. But by the look of it that car will get to the camp by twelve o’clock, and we will not, and then Saunders, him with the fur collar, will be the way of slipping in his tender and I’ll be left on the doorstep.
gpt
You’re tendering for the camp waste?
human
I was. It was told me Saunders——
gpt
All right, Eves interrupted. Leaning over Templeton’s shoulder he said:
human
I say, Bob, it’s up to you, old man. You remember that telephone call. Noakes and Rabbit-skin are in co. Tendering for the camp waste, you know. He mustn’t get in first with a higher tender. Can you hustle a bit?
gpt
I daren’t accelerate till we get to the top: daren’t waste petrol. But then——