human
Brigands!
gpt
Ho there! Wake up! I am a squadron of police attacking you from the rear.
human
Put up your weapons, brothers, he said;
gpt
I was joking. It seems that I am in danger, not you.
human
Lucky for us, he said,
gpt
Yes, said Asabri;
human
I should have potted the lot of you with one volley and reported at head-quarters that it had been necessary, owing to the stubborn resistance which you offered.
gpt
I see that you are familiar with the ways of the police,
human
May I sit with you? Asabri asked.
gpt
Thanks.
human
Whose tomb is this?
gpt
It is ours, said the one who had first smiled.
human
It used to hallow the remains of Attulius Cimber.
gpt
Oho! said Asabri.
human
Attulius Cimber, a direct ancestor of my friend and associate Sullandenti. And tell me how far is it to Rome?
gpt
A long way. You could not find the half of it to-night.
human
Brothers, said Asabri,
gpt
The reason, sir?
human
Why, said he,
gpt
I thought, if I should not be considered grasping, to ask you for a mouthful of soup.