human
O, he's dead! He's stone dead, wailed Harry Joslyn.
gpt
And just think how I quarreled and fought with him this morning.
human
Mebbe not, said Si, to whom such sights were more familiar,
gpt
That bullet hole in his blouse is too low down and too fur out to've hit either his heart or his lungs, seems to me. Mebbe he's only fainted from loss o' blood. Ketch hold o' his feet. I'll take his head, and we'll carry him back to the Surgeon. Likely he kin bring him to.
human
Apparently, said the busy Surgeon, stopping for a minute, with knife and bullet-forceps in his bloodstained hands, to give a brief glance and two or three swift touches to Gid,