human
Are you the colonel?
gpt
I am. You want to see me?
human
I’m the Mayor of Pudlington. This is my friend Ebenezer Saunders, who’s come for to tender for the camp waste.
gpt
As per advertisement,
human
The time mentioned was twelve o’clock, gentlemen. It is now eight minutes past. You are eight minutes too late.
gpt
Excuse me, Mr. Mayor——
human
But it’s all along o’ this infernal machine, cried Noakes, angrily, throwing out his hand towards the road yacht.
gpt
It was on the wrong side o’ the road, and we couldn’t pass it no-how; obstructing of the king’s highway: that’s what it was; and as the Mayor of Pudlington I’ll have the law of them, that I will.
human
Oh, come, Mr. Noakes, said Eves, pleasantly.
gpt
You tried that once before, you know. You remember my friend Templeton, even if you’ve forgotten me. As a matter of fact, sir, he added, turning to the colonel,
human
There would, said O’Reilly, decisively.
gpt
And what’s more, it was the car that blocked the road, and a mighty fine trouble we had, the way we’d circumvent the creature.
human
It’s a scandal,
gpt
A regular low-down swindle,
human
That’ll do, sir, said the colonel, sharply.
gpt
You’ll be good enough to leave the camp—you and the Mayor of Pudlington.