human
I say, cried Dick, ten yards off,
gpt
thus unceremoniously addressed was no other than one of the two magistrates before whom, not three days ago, Tom White had stood on his trial in the presence of the
human
Firm.
gpt
What Harriers, my man?
human
Oh, if you please, the Templeton Harriers, sir. It's a paper-chase, you know.
gpt
Oh, you're Templeton boys, are you? Why, I was a Templetonian myself at your age, said the delighted old boy.
human
No; no Harriers have gone this way. You must have lost the scent.
gpt
We lost it half a mile ago. If you're going that way, we can show you where,
human
Come on, then, said the good-humoured squire;
gpt
Firm