human
It's--o'--no use whatever. Ho! dear me, my bellows are about exploded.
gpt
We've no chance in a race with these hairy men, responded Jack, as he wiped the perspiration from his forehead.--
human
Why did you miss, Mak?
gpt
Very justly and modestly said, remarked Peterkin, with an approving nod.
human
Yes, I added, with a laugh;
gpt
Ralph, my boy, don't take to joking. It don't agree with your constitution. You'll get ill if you do; and we can't afford to have you laid up on our hands in these out-o'-the-way regions.
human
Come, now, let us back to the gorillas and secure them, lest their comrades carry them away,