human
We had some little trouble like other folks, said Dennis Deventer lightly,
gpt
Ah! said the Bey reflectively, as they passed on. In the big gun foundry a huge Hercules of a fellow, naked to the waist, thrust his way through the little crowd about us, seized Keller Bey by the hand, murmured something to us unintelligible. The Bey took no notice beyond nodding briefly to the man. Then turning to Deventer he continued unconcernedly,
human
About that feeding gear, you were saying----?
gpt
Did you know that man?
human
No, I never set eyes on him before, said the Bey carelessly as before;
gpt
Not exactly, replied Deventer,