human
A rare good randy, sir, said the smith to Eves,
gpt
Another ripping day, Bob, said Eves, as he walked home with Templeton.
human
That idea of yours was splendid.
gpt
I was quite serious,
human
You always are, old man. But you don’t mean to say you really meant to feel the fellow’s bumps?
gpt
I did, till I funked the bear’s grease.
human
And there really is a bump of pugnacity?
gpt
Of course there is—combativeness, they call it. It’s at the back, low down. The fellow hadn’t got a trace of it. I really think——
human
You’ll be the death of me, Bob. A fellow who lashed out like that not combative? Why, you can see it in his face—bully’s written there as plain as a pikestaff. It’s jolly lucky you’ve got me to work out your ideas! Anyway, it was a good rag, well worth half-a-crown.
gpt
What do you mean?
human
Well, I tipped old Haylock half-a-crown to barge in if he heard a row. That leaves me four and elevenpence halfpenny.