human
He's broken his parole--put him in irons--chuck him overboard,
gpt
That's right, sir, said Jenkins, holding Denman at the end of one long arm.
human
You have violated your agreement with us, and we must consider you a prisoner under confinement.
gpt
All right, panted Denman.
human
Iron me, if you like, but first form a ring and let me thrash that dog. He thrashed me at school when I was the smaller and weaker. I've promised him a licking. Let me give it to him.
gpt
No, sir, we will not, answered Jenkins.
human
Things are too serious for fighting. You must hand me that pistol and any arms you may have, and be confined to the wardroom. And you, Forsythe, he said, looking at the victim,
gpt
Now, sir, he said to Denman,