human
They've arranged a plant for us, Mr. Lafarge. What do you think we'd better do?
gpt
Fight!
human
But I've counted at least twenty men, all armed, and we've only five.
gpt
As you please, sir, said Lafarge bluntly, angry at being tricked, but inwardly glad to be free of the business, for he pictured to himself that girl at the tiller--he had seen her as she went aft--in a police court at Quebec. Yet his instinct for war and his sense of duty impelled him to say:
human
Still, sir, fight!
gpt
No, no, Mr. Lafarge, excitedly rejoined his chief.
human
I cannot risk it. We must go back for more men and bring along a Gatling. Slow down!
gpt
She'll laugh at me till I die! he said to himself presently, as the tug turned up stream and pointed for Quebec.
human
Well, I'm jiggered!