human
Don't know, whispered the second black mask.
gpt
He acts dreadfully queer, but I suppose he's got a novel. So you see it's our duty to break it up,
human
Well, come on, whispered the second black mask.
gpt
Are you ready?
human
Come then.
gpt
O, dear, dear! grunted Joel,
human
I'd rather chop wood as I used to, years ago, to help the little brown house out, swinging his arms up over his head.
gpt
Why
human
A burglar--a burglar! flashed through his mind. He held his breath hard and his knees knocked together. But Mamsie's eyes seemed to look with scorn on him again. Joel straightened up, clenched his fist, and every minute expecting to be knocked on the head, he crept like a cat to the further corner, even in this extremity, grumbling inwardly because Mr. King would not allow firearms.
gpt
If I only had them now! he thought.
human
Well, I must get my club.