human
Hawke, said the subaltern,
gpt
I'm going over to-night, and I want three old hands to go with me. The Divisional C.O. wishes the enemy wire examined, and I've put in for the job. You can come if you fancy it. What do you say?
human
I says yus! cried Harry Hawke, with a widening of the grin that puckered his dirty, mahogany-coloured face.
gpt
Better let me pick you out two more, sir, what knows the game.
human
Right-o! assented Dennis.
gpt
Of course, it all depends on whether their guns start strafing our trench at dusk. If not, and everything is fairly quiet, we'll move out at ten sharp,
human
What's this conspiracy? Can't I be in it too?