human
Pheugh! that's something of a job! cried Sellon, panting with the exertion of the descent.
gpt
Something of a job, with all this gear to carry as well. I could have sworn once the whole thing was giving way with me. I say, couldn't we leave our shooting irons here, and pick them up on the way back?
human
H'm! Better not. Never get a yard away from your arms in an enemy's country!