human
Close up, there! Close up! he kept shouting to those in front.
gpt
Don't allow no gaps between you. Keep marchin' distance--19 inches from back to breast. Come along, Pete. I ain't a-goin' to lose you, no matter what happens.
human
Sarjint, gasped flarry Joslyn, after they had gone a couple of miles,
gpt
Naah, said Si contemptuously.
human
We're just crawlin' along. Wait till we git where it's a little clear, and then we'll go. Here, cut acrost ahead o' that battery that's comin' up a-trot.
gpt
Goodness, murmured Gid Mackall, as he set down the carpet-sack which he would persist in carrying,
human
Don't seem to be nobody pic-nickin' as far's I kin see, responded Si,