human
Whar am he? gasped the faithful darky, as he took a firmer grasp of his club and looked around the place.
gpt
Let me git mah hands on him! I'll feed him t' Boomerang, when I gits froo wif him!
human
He's gone, said the engineer.
gpt
Help me look after Tom. I'm afraid he's badly hurt.
human
Oh! he's daid! I know he's daid!
gpt
Not a bit of it. He isn't dead, but he may die, if we don't get him into the house, and have a doctor here soon, said Mr. Jackson sternly.
human
Catch hold of him, Rad, and, mind, don't carry on, and get excited, and scare Mr. Swift. Just pretend it isn't very bad, or we'll have two patients on our hands instead of only Tom.