human
Line up, boys; one at a time.
gpt
You come with me, lad. And when some grumbled,
human
Well, well, he said.
gpt
We all have a chance.
human
Now then, come along, said Smithers, and tapped twice with the end of a fountain pen on the little ledge before the diminutive window. The
gpt
Push, realising that all would have a chance, seeing how few there were, did not crowd now. There was more of:
human
You go ahead --
gpt
No, that's all right, you go! --than of anxiety. One by one they stepped up to the wicket, to one side of which Smithers leant, and in front of which Candlass had taken his stand. Each in turn exchanged a few quiet words with these two; the clerk within, pen in hand, bent over his tome, giving ear at the window. Once or twice Candlass looked round and beckoned to a man, when the group, milling instead of retaining the queue, was slow to decide who should go next. He did this by raising a hand, thumb and forefinger in air, looking keen and cold in some man's eye, and then flicking down the forefinger and dropping his hand to his side again. While this signing on was still in progress there entered the shed, slowly swinging his legs forward, clad in dirty khaki, large-hatted like the young man of whom we have already heard, a close-lipped, short-nosed youth. Candlass remarked him as he came in and said:
human
All right, you. Come ahead.
gpt
One of the fellows what come down in the cars,
human
What's this blown in?
gpt
All right. Come ahead,
human
Did _that_ come down in the cars?
gpt
He's one of them young fellers from up behind somewheres. Comes from feedin' pigs, and doin' the chores, and what they call learnin' farmin'. He noticed that his newly adopted friend had allowed some others to precede him and had not yet signed on.
human
Go on there forward, young feller, he admonished.
gpt
Take your turn there after Four Eyes with the coat.
human
Go on, then, go on, chorussed several of the
gpt
Push,