human
That building is doomed, observed Deck to Artie, who had come up, breathing heavily after his hard work in disarming a burly ruffian who had tried to cut him down from behind.
gpt
We may as well move on with our prisoners.
human
Help! help! help!
gpt
The cry comes from the other end of the mill, exclaimed Artie.
human
Come on around and see what is up,