human
I hope you're not hurt! the lad exclaimed, as he helped the aged man to arise.
gpt
I'm very sorry it happened. I guess you held your umbrella so low that you couldn't see us coming.
human
Ha! Hum! So that's what you think, eh? demanded the man in a rasping voice, as he fairly grabbed the broken umbrella from Dick's hand.
gpt
Here I be, walking peaceably along the street, trying to protect myself from the rain, when you reckless military students come along in one of those fire-snorting new-fangled automobiles, and run me down. It was all your fault, and if I could see a policeman I'd have you both locked up! How many of those tin soldiers from the military academy have you in there anyhow? Cadets! Humph! Much better be at some honest business instead of learning to kill folks! Are there any more of you? If there are, come out, and I'll give you a piece of my mind! Learning murder as a fine art! How many in there?
human
I'm the only one,
gpt
Hum! Too mean to let some one else ride with you, I reckon. Well, it was all your fault, and you'll have to settle with me. Duncaster is my name, Enos Duncaster, and I don't intend to be imposed upon.
human
It was your fault, you old hayseeder! cried the taxicab man with a nervous voice, for he had been mortally afraid of a fatal accident.
gpt
What do you want to run under a machine that way for? Hey? Why can't you look where you're going?
human
Young man! exclaimed Mr. Duncaster in a calm voice,
gpt
What for?
human
Oh, in case I find I have worse injuries than a broken umbrella, replied the elderly man with a half-smile.
gpt
I may want to bring suit against the company in which I hold stock.
human
Well, my name is Martin, replied the driver,
gpt
James Martin. I certainly didn't mean to run you down, Mr. Duncaster. But the rain was in my eyes, and----
human
That will do, said the man with an air of authority.
gpt
Now who are you--my young soldier lad? I don't believe in this war business, but the country seems to be going crazy over it, so I might as well keep still. Who are you?
human
Hamilton--Dick Hamilton is my name.
gpt
Hum--Hamilton--no relation to Mortimer Hamilton; are you?
human
He is my father.
gpt
What.
human
I say he is my father.
gpt
Why that's odd--I'm--no, never mind--so you're Mortimer Hamilton's son; eh? I heard he had one, and that he was going to some sort of military school. I'm sorry to see it. And so you're the one who ran me down? And you haven't a crowd of roistering students with you?
human
No, I'm all alone. I've been attending to some business for my father.
gpt
Hum! Business, yes. That's about all Mortimer Hamilton does. Well, you may go. I know where to find both of you in case I want you.