human
What's wrong, man? demanded Bradley.
gpt
Buck up! Can't play cry-baby. Waste of energy. What happened?
human
Wot 'appened, sir! wailed Tippet.
gpt
Oh, Gord, sir! Hit came back. Hit came for me, sir. Right hit did, sir; strite hat me, sir; hand with long w'ite 'ands it clawed for me. Oh, Gord! Hit almost caught me, sir. Hi'm has good as dead; Hi'm a marked man; that's wot Hi ham. Hit was a-goin' for to carry me horf, sir.
human
Stuff and nonsense, snapped Bradley.
gpt
Did you get a good look at it?
human
Wot was it after bein', do you think?
gpt
Hit was Death,
human
I'll see to that,