human
Stick to it, old chap!
gpt
Hang on, Benjamin!
human
Give him his head!
gpt
Now we’re jumping!
human
Benny’s a nut!
gpt
Oh, my hat, see that!
human
Hard to starboard, Benjamin! —such were the cries that were to be heard above the din as the rider approached the corner. Here, surely, the gallery believed that this meteoric display must terminate. The leap from the second bank to a long straight run carried Benny to the first of the monstrous corners, and here he must be unshipped. As the flash of a blackbird against a curtain of the snow, he rushed the straight and struck the great mound which defended the bend. People saw him shoot high into the air, then fall again with hands gripping the bars of the runners, and eyes which stared from his head. A great
gpt
Oh!