human
It's a bullet wound, Mrs. Barraclough declared.
gpt
You can't deceive me--it's a bullet wound.
human
Well, p'raps it is, mother, but since it was never intended for my hand we needn't bother about it.
gpt
You must have it bandaged and go to bed straight away.
human
Bed! He threw back his head and laughed.
gpt
It's likely.
human
And you'll want a sling.
gpt
Not for this David, mother. A sling would be a fat lot of use against the Goliaths I'm dealing with. Mother, I'm within a hundred and fifty miles of being one of the richest men in the world and, as far as I can see, they'll be the toughest miles I've ever covered in my life.
human
Look out!