human
They've sneaked up in the storm to attack the mill, Si called out to Shorty.
gpt
Close up and prepare for action.
human
Goodness, gasped Gid Mackall, much of whose vim had been soaked out of him by the fearful downpour, and who was oppressed by fatigue, hunger, and the dense blackness of the night in the strange woods.
gpt
You don't have to fight when you're wetter'n a drowned rat, and so tired you're ready to drop, do you?
human
That's what you do, said Shorty, wiping off his musket.
gpt
That's the way you'll have to do most o' your fightin'. The miserabler you feel the miserabler you want to make the other fellers feel. Boys, turn your guns upside down and let the water run out. Then half-cock 'em, and blow into 'em to clean the water out o' the tubes. Then find a dry rag somewhere about you, and wipe off the nipples. We want every gun to go off when the order is given. Don't anybody load till Si gives the order.