human
Well, said the officer,
gpt
Blow-out, sir, he said, touching his cap.
human
I'm carrying these young gentlemen from Waterloo to Ealing, sir. Had to come around on account of the roads.
gpt
You have your way lost, my man. Why not admit it? said the officer, showing his white teeth in a smile. He turned to Harry and Dick.
human
Boy Scouts, I see, he commented.
gpt
You carry orders concerning the movement of troops from Ealing? They are to entrain--where?
human
Near Croydon, sir, on the Brighton and South Coast line,
gpt
So! They go to Dover, then, I suppose--no, perhaps to Folkestone--oh, what matter? Hurry up with your tire, my man!
human
Whatever did you tell him that whopper about Croydon for? whispered Dick.
gpt
I wasn't going to tell him anything--
human
Then he might have tried to make us, answered Harry, also in a whisper.
gpt
Did you notice anything queer about him?
human
Why, no--
gpt
Oh, Harry! I believe you're right! But why didn't we--
human
Try to arrest him? There may have been a dozen others there, too. And there was the driver. We wouldn't have had a chance. Besides, if he thinks we don't suspect, we may be able to get some valuable information later. I think--
gpt
What?
human
I'd better not say now. But remember this--we've got to look out for this driver. I think he'll take us straight to Ealing now. When we get to the barracks you stay in the cab--we'll pretend we may have to go back with him.
gpt
I see,