human
Ho, gossip! cried the archer.
gpt
Hast aught of thy stock left for me?
human
Ay, Master Buckland, replied the other,
gpt
Tut! tut! growled the archer deprecatingly.
human
A truce to such compliments. These the arrows? A goodly bundle! But--stand aside with me a moment--how fares it with him?
gpt
As before no better, though perchance a trifle worse!
human
But has he ceased to----
gpt
Nay, nay! Far from it.
human
Ah! muttered the archer moodily,
gpt
That I cannot say.
human
That being so, Nick, I had best be on the move overseas, under Sir John Hacket's banner once again. That I'll do, and take Raymond with me! Thanks, good Master Hobbes, he added in a louder tone.