human
Your special train? he exclaimed.
gpt
Why you countermanded the order for it. The game was off, I understood, so I sent the engine and cars back.
human
Why, I had them all here, and the engineer had steam up, waiting for you. About an hour ago one of your students came down here and said Mooretown had cancelled the game, and that you weren't going to play. So, as I didn't want the special standing here in the way of the regular trains, I sent it back to the yard.
gpt
Can we get it again?
human
Not inside of several hours.
gpt
What sort of a student told you we didn't want it?
human
A tall lad, rather stout, and with quite a good color--you know--sort of beefy.
gpt
Porter!
human
The special has been sent back, we can't get a train in several hours, and we're due at Mooretown at two o'clock, spoke the manager.
gpt
They'll claim the game by forfeit if we don't show up, and then----
human
Good-bye to our chances for the championship,
gpt
There's been treachery here, murmured Dick, as he gazed at the blank faces of his companions.
human
Treachery! This is what Sam Porter meant when he said I'd be sorry.