human
Ru! Ben punched and shook him.
gpt
God damn it, wake up! Reuben made an empty noise.
human
Raid! It's the French! Reuben leaped under his hand, comprehending.
gpt
Here!--your britches. Your shoes--no, bugger it, these're mine, where'd you put yours? Ben slammed his forehead on the foot of the bed, searching; his nightshirt tripped him and he flung it off. A floor-splinter lanced fire into his knee. He heard two thuds, one below the window, the other in the same instant on the opposite wall.
human
Leave off shouting, Ben.
gpt
That bullet----
human
What bullet?
gpt
Never mind. _Will_ you tell me where your shoes are?
human
Come down! Coats--don't forget your coats!
gpt
We're coming!