human
Can yer do anythink for the gentleman?
gpt
P’raps you’ve got another car handy?
human
No, there’s none in just now,
gpt
Can’t you find one? Look here, young feller, I’ll make it worth yer while. I’ve got to call on the mayor and be at the camp inside of an hour. What yer say?
human
There’s not another car in the place. They’re all at the camp.
gpt
Well, then, you got to do somethink, and look alive!
human
Don’t keep the gentleman waiting! said Eves, already enjoying himself. The turn things had taken seemed to carry prospects of what he called a
gpt
There! Didn’t I tell yer? said the owner, trotting alongside.
human
What’s wrong, eh?
gpt
Oil, he said, laconically.
human
Your big ends are going.
gpt
Big ends! What the jooce! Here, you Thomson, why didn’t you give the engine no oil?
human
said the chauffeur, sulkily.
gpt
I told yer——
human
None of yer lip, now! Well, if it’s only oil—Here, mister, oil up, and look sharp about it! None of yer country dawdling: get a move on!
gpt
I should just like to remark that unless you can moderate your impatience, or curb your somewhat insolent expression of it, you may take yourself and your car elsewhere.
human
Yes, cut in Eves, who had come out into the road.
gpt
If I were you, young feller, I’d jolly well chuck him into the horse-pond.
human
Who are you a-talking to?
gpt
Not to you, my dear sir, not to you. I was merely telling this young feller what I should do if I were he, and you may thank your lucky stars I’m not.