human
Can you handle your revolver, Harry?
gpt
Yes, Frank, whispered Harry, hoarsely, and then the next minute, noticing Frank's troubled face, as the baying grew louder and nearer,
human
I'm afraid our chances of seeing the _Golden Eagle II_ and our comrades are about nil,
gpt
Don't use the revolvers unless you have to, whispered Frank, whose wind was now returning,--
human
Now we are ready for all comers,