human
I say, I'm in no end of a hat, chauffeur. Can you give me a hand?
gpt
Can you give _me_ a hand, sir? Look at this!
human
Great heavens! exclaimed Dennis, bending over with eyes of horror as he recognised the officer who less than half an hour before had shown him his own route at Divisional Headquarters.
gpt
It's Captain Thompson!
human
It was Captain Thompson, and one of the nicest gentlemen I've ever driven, said the man.
gpt
I don't know what to do. He told me he was taking a message to the French general on the other side of Hardecourt, and that it was of the very greatest importance. We were doing sixty miles an hour, even on this road, when that shell copped us.
human
Look here, said Dennis.
gpt
My machine's smashed up. How long would it take you to reach the French lines?
human
A quarter of an hour--twenty minutes at the outside. But what's the good of that, sir? I can't speak a word of their blooming language.
gpt
I can, said Dennis, gently disengaging the wallet.
human
I'll carry the dispatch, and I'll drive if you like, if your nerve's gone.
gpt
My nerve's all right, sir. Haven't any left after eighteen months of this job,