human
Yes, pretty badly, Dashwood. My thighs are smashed to a jelly, he said.
gpt
But don't worry about me. I believe the Lewis is all right. Get along with it. The stretcher bearers will be up presently. Are my mates dead?
human
Yes, said Dennis--it was no good mincing matters--
gpt
Don't be an ass, said Delavoy-Bagotte.
human
You can do no good by staying, and you will only worry me. Look to the gun, I tell you. Your company would never have crossed that stream behind yonder if I hadn't got on to the beggars' flank with it.
gpt
That's a fact, old man, assented Dennis.
human
And it won't be forgotten when Bob makes his report.
gpt
She's all right, he said.
human
Do you really mean me to go on?
gpt
Yes, confound you! I shall have to howl in another minute, and I want to do it alone,