human
My dear fellow!
gpt
Keep back! avaunt ye. Oh dear me, Jack, my poor head! said Peterkin with a sigh, pressing his hand to his forehead;
human
There you are, all safe, my boy, cried Jack, as he drew Peterkin out of the hole.--
gpt
But hollo! I say, Ralph, run down for some water; I believe the poor fellow has fainted.