human
Is Mr. Greeley on board?
gpt
HE WAS, A FEW MILES BACK! said Mr. Monk;
human
he added, after looking down through the hole which the fearful jolting had made in the coach-roof--
gpt
Mr. Greeley, said the Chairman of the Committee, presenting himself at the window of the coach,
human
Mr. Greeley, sir! We are come to most cordially welcome you, sir--why, God bless me, sir, you are bleeding at the nose!
gpt
I've got my orders! cried Mr. Monk.
human
My orders is as follers: Get him there by seving! It wants a quarter to seving. Stand out of the way!
gpt
But, sir, exclaimed the Committee-man, seizing the off leader by the reins--
human
Mr Monk, we are come to escort him into town! Look at the procession, sir, and the brass bands, and the people, and the young women, sir!
gpt
I'VE GOT MY ORDERS! screamed Mr. Monk.
human
My orders don't say nothin' about no brass bands and young women. My orders says, 'git him there by seving!' Let go them lines! Clear the way there! Whoo-ep! KEEP YOUR SEAT, HORACE!