human
Go back, Dashwood, said the boy, speaking with difficulty,
gpt
Nonsense, old chap; we're going to get you in between us, said Dennis.
human
Hawke and I can carry you.
gpt
No, no--do go back, there's a dear fellow, gurgled the boy, a rush of blood from his lungs almost choking him.
human
But I say, Dashwood, there is one thing you might do for me. You'll find a writing pad in my kit-bag, the Mater would like to have it.
gpt
She shall, Wetherby. But let's have a look at you, and see if we can stop the hæmorrhage before we pick you up. Where did that fiend get you?
human
Through the heart, replied the dying boy.
gpt
Please let me lie here, and tell the Mater I don't regret it, except for her sake; say that I wouldn't have missed this for anything. I've only known what it was to live since I came out here!