human
Quick, men! cried Dennis, snatching up the ex-gamekeeper's rifle, which the poor chap would never use again,
gpt
Have you had enough in there, or would you like another one?
human
Hold on, sir! And Dennis yelled:
gpt
Bob, you juggins, do you want to do the lot of us in?
human
Oh, it's you, is it? cried his brother, sliding through the opening with a sergeant and a couple of bombers.
gpt
I might have known you'd be mixed up in it somehow. We heard some German jabbering and chanced our arm.
human
And a lucky thing for us you did, said Dennis, pointing to the hideously bespattered grey-green uniforms that littered the earth heap. Only one of the nine men was moving, and after a convulsive opening and shutting of his hands the movement ceased altogether.
gpt
How is it going up above?
human
Top-hole, so far, said the Captain.
gpt
At least, as far as our battalion is concerned, though there seems to be a bit of a check among those chaps on our left. Nobody else down here? Very well; this is the quickest way out, and every minute is an hour. We've got their first-line trench, or all that was left of it.