human
Fancy Tom Buller the chief of a gang of poachers! cried Saurin.
gpt
By Jove, I did not think it was in him, and fairly confess that I have not done him justice. He is a dark horse and no mistake.
human
Why, you don't for a moment suppose that there is anything in it, do you?
gpt
I don't know, I'm sure, replied Saurin;
human
It would not be bad fun if one got a fair price for the game one took, said Griffiths.
gpt
But the risk and difficulty of selling it would be so great that one would be certain to be robbed.
human
What an ass Tom Bowling was to give himself up; it would have been all right if he had sat still.
gpt
I don't know that. He had already been caught breaking out of college, don't you see, and they would have been certain to put this and that together.
human
Who would?
gpt
Old Jolliffe.
human
Not a bit of it. I twigged his face when Buller stood up, and he looked as vexed as possible. _He'd_ never have told.
gpt
I am not sure of that, and I think Buller was right not to risk it.
human
Fussy old chap, Lord Woodruff!
gpt
Not a bad sort altogether, I believe, if you rub him the right way.
human
No more am I; give me everything I want, and never thwart me, and I am the easiest fellow to live with in the world.